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.

cenobyte is a writer, editor, blogger, and super genius from Saskatchewan, Canada.


  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.

      1. 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)

        1. 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.

          1. 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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