Veni Writey Vici

Or whatever.

I never took Latin. Can you tell?

So I just finished a 50,000+ word novel. It’s called “RTFM: The Novel”. It has four, or five, or six main characters in it. I kind of forget already. I haven’t read it yet, so you’ll have to forgive me if my memory is crappy. It takes place in a single work day. There are boobs in it. And a library. And a koi pond.

Okay, so that’s actually making it sound way better than it actually is, I suspect. But. I wrote a 50,000 word novel in 29 days.

And do you want to know what occurred to me the other day when I was talking about this?

Crap. Now I have no excuse not to finish the ones I’ve been working on for two, or five, or ten years.

8 responses to “Veni Writey Vici”

  1. Better to have no excuse than to have your only excuse be “And am I surprised? I never finish anything!” like me. Congratulations! I look forward to reading the ones you have been working on for two, five, and ten years within the next six months. ;-)

  2. dad got a little distraught about that whole saskatchewan book awards things with carpenter until i described the hip incident. then it was instant clarity.

      • he shot 30 deer before he was 10 the whole baby boomer i caught a fish thing doesnt sit very well with him also fuck all farmers they are the worst thing ever (also he is old)

        • Huh.

          Then he should read Carp’s book. Because Carp had probably had the same pre-teen kill record. He was a Very Serious Hunter for most of his life.

          Too bad about the farmers thing, though.

          Your dad used to crack me up.

          • he is way funnier now and i was going to ask you for an email and i had to navigate your website and emails and fuck you and everyone on this website facebook twitter fucktwad asspuck yousign newtube cuntwab

i make squee noises when you tell me stuff.

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