As promised, I’ve hit the 40,000 word mark — so I will now openly refer to That Thing as a book.
I’m writing a book. A book is being written by me.
My neuroses are suiting up in nuclear fusion-powered mech suits, but there — I said it.
I’m writing a book.
THERE I SAID IT.
spell-sword.com 
I am completely shocked by this. …
Where’s that ‘love’ button? I’m doing the Cabbage Patch dance in your honour (be glad yer so far away).
Can’t wait to read it. 🙂
I can’t resist the cliche answer.
“Me neither!”
SNORT. GLASSES PUSH.
are there gunblades?
There may be.
Congrats and joining the hordes of…ah, shit. Welcome, brother. I salute you!
Huzzar! An unpublished novel is like a third nipple. More common than you think, unpleasant, and not something to be shared in polite company.
lol
thanks, I needed the laugh today 🙂
excuse me while I go drain my third nipple…
That is…graphic. SHUDDER.
muahahahahahaha
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