So, check this out:
I did it. Or something. Woot!
It’s terrible, terrible, terrible. I don’t mean in an “Oh, don’t read that garbage!”-modest kind of way, or a campy kind of way, or a Chuck Palahniuk kind of way. I mean it’s awful, in an awful kind of way. The first twelve pages are reworkable and the following couple chapters are editable, but after that? If I let it escape the folder on my desktop (the one with the sad hobo clown on it), people would think I’d hired a (blind, untrained, drunk) monkey to hammer out the last 30,000 words. And they would be partially right. I mean, I wasn’t always drunk and I’m not entirely blind, but it is the first time I’ve tried to extend a story into more than twenty pages, and you know I’m a beauty school drop-out, so you could say I’m as untrained as anyone else. Anyway, it was hard, and a lot of times it was unfun in the hardest, unfunnest way, and there were times in November when I was very intoxicated and wished I’d never announced that I had tried to do it. I’m glad I did, but man, this “book” sucks. I’ll start over from chapter two and make it work, starting sometime in… I don’t know.
I’ve been working pretty much non-stop since I told I would be, which was a few weeks ago. All of my projects (of which there are always too many) have hit a wall in my efforts to sleep, feed the kid, and shower between 11-hour stretches at my desk. I’d like to be bitchy about it, but to be honest it’s way easier to get work done after hours and there’s plenty that still needs doing. Also, I like being able to pay my bills and buy the kid shoes without weeping over my terminally-ill bank account. So, I leave work in the dark and my mom who does too much already makes sure no vagrant wanderers steal my kiddo before we can haggle a good price out of them. You’d think a sack of rice and a mattress spring was a decent price, but damn if they didn’t turn me down. [insert joke about the economy here]
Oh! And before I forget: There’s a giveaway coming up, as soon as the prizes get here. I’ll talk to you guys about that then.
Have a decent week. And please, hold your applause. This is embarrassing. No, really. Gosh.
Congrats! Now that a few days have passed do you feel kinda lost without writing on it? Like an addiction sorta?
I’m so happy that I didn’t even attempt to do that book thing.. I don’t think a story about acid tripping unicorns would have been very cool.