I had this epiphany myself about nine months ago — follow the link below to have it eloquently explained.
Grasping for the Wind : [GUEST POST] Steven John says ‘Just Start’.
Now back, to JUST FINISHING. HAR. Har.
I am hilarious.
I’m in the home stretch of the book – only one more ridiculous fight scene to go.
Feeling some apprehension — this fight has to be face meltingly-awesome — like as awesome as every barbarian-robot doodle in a thousand 12 year old’s journals compressed into a single white-hot point of universe destroying badassitude.
Here we go….
New shiny book! Amanda’s a good friend, go check out her site/her book/her malevolent gentility.
Hey, you nerds — give me your lunch money. And put it in this jar.
As anxious/neurotic/nervous I am about promoting my own stuff, and even admitting that I’m creating anything — I am a tireless jerk windbag when pushing my friends’ projects.
This is my friend, Dustin:
Isn’t he dreamy?
[PUNCH]
I SAID, ISN’T HE DREAMY?
Dustin is an excellent singer, an earnest songwriter, and entirely too nice.
He wants to record a solo album, and we’re going to give him some money to do it.
AREN’T WE?!?
CLICK THAT LINK.
He’s a great guy making great music. Do it and nobody gets hurt — further.
I’ve already decided what song I’m going to make Dustin sing for my Kickstarter Reward:
So make with the money!!!
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.
Another Sunday night.
Making my way back from the coast. This would be quicker if I had an airship. (Steampunk reference!)
Heading out today for the beach — for a solid week.
Your jealousy is lavender-scented.
I always swear up and down that I won’t be posting — but then I jam out a few thousand words and can’t wait to gossip about it. So, maybe I’ll post some fresh stuff next week — MAYBE I WON’T. I’ve already queued up a couple of short pieces for next week — and the Story on Demand brainstorm summoning post will go out tomorrow.
And I am NOT taking a break from my writing schedule for That Thing. I still have to produce five pages, just like any other week.
I’m going to the beach, not Mars — so I’ll have internet access, so expect my usual level of manic instant-response to comments and emails.
Later, taters!
Something silly I made for work.
Starring me, shot and edited by C. Childs.
The “heroic music” was written by J. Shadeaux, and long time listeners will recognize “The Minotaur Theme” from our second Christmas Album.
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