Ever get annoyed? Ever feel like someone needs to be told where the dog died? Or handed a crowbar and a tub of Elbow Grease to help them pry their head out of their arse? Congratulations--you've come to the right place.

And when I'm not commenting on the latest thing to piss me off, I'm trying to figure out my own twisted life. Because, hey, I'm like that.

On a gentler note: for anyone dealing with depression, anxiety, and other assorted bullshit: You are NOT alone.

And if you're looking for a laugh, search on the key word "fuckery." It's just my little thing (as the bishop said to the actress).

Tuesday, December 28, 2010

It Is Accomplished

For the record, at 5:28 a.m. E.S.T., I finished the rewrite/edit of One Flew Out of the Broom Closet.

I am exhausted. I am PSYCHED. I am also incredibly proud of the work. I feel like I am at the top of my game as a writer-the work is strong, intelligent, exciting, and funny. It's a DAMN goof story, the single most important factor-it's compelling, unique, and told in the voice of a character whom I truly love.

I can't wait for people to read this novel. I can't wait to write the next one. Well, i can wait a few hours because I am falling asleep as I tap this on my 'droid.

G'night, my cherished darlings. 

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