The final thousand words starts not with a bang but a whimper. My wrists hurt from typing, I’m losing focus on the words I’m writing. Outside, the rain continues on this cold, dreary February 7th. I’m hungry. I haven’t eaten …
There once was a boy named Nacho Whose gigantic penis was the most beautiful thing you ever saw-o
One hour till that vodka tonic! I’m going to make it anyway even if I’m not yet at 10,000 words, so it’s not really a “writing reward” and more of a “Dude, you completely wasted an entire day reward.”
I bought all this podcast equipment a few months ago but haven’t had the time to start a podcast. I’m hoping, once I leave my hideous day job, I’ll be able to start podcasting somewhat seriously. I want to do …
I just now saved this file after spending the last six hours writing it! Holy shit. That would have been awful if the computer crashed.
Holy shit, whose fucking idea was it to write 10,000 words in one day? This is fucking stupid. I started at 8am and it’s 2pm now and I’m only halfway through. My god.
When I was a kid I had a recurring dream that I could travel on my farts. Like, I’d be able to hover in the air and even fly powered entirely by farts. I’d be able to fart my way …
I resigned from my idiotic day job on January 2nd of this year. It was part of my “New Year, New You” plan which involved leaving a day job that was trying to force me out anyway, finishing a sci-fi …
I suck at math. So I hope to god nobody is double-checking my word count estimates. They don’t matter that much, really. I mean, I fuck up simple addition and subtraction. I get it wrong, sometimes, even if I have …
I’m disgusted by many of my fellow small presses. Running a small press is difficult and expensive. It’s also a calling. You start a small press because you want to champion literature. Now, every book is a gamble. It’s a …