You know, novels don’t write themselves. This seems like an obvious truth, but over the past year or so, I have kind of forgotten it; in short, the time that I should have been spending throwing enough words at the wall so I could get a few to stick and coalesce into a spaghettified mess worthy of a novel, I have been cranking out drivel on this blog.
Entertaining drivel, I hope, but drivel nonetheless.
So, I’ll be posting a little less regularly than usual over the next few months. Who knows, perhaps I’ll discover that I’m incapable of longer projects now. I’ll have to see what condition my condition is in.
I notice that this is my 1300th post. How cool is that? Keep checking back to see how long it takes to get up to 1500!
August 29, 2008
Good luck with the novel… 1300! sweet savoury jesus thats a lot.