That’s my goal for tonight: finish this fucking novel.
I’ve had about 6 Cokes, 2 Arnold Palmer’s, a individual alfredo chicken pizza and a full pizookie (Google it) with vanilla ice cream. If that doesn’t scream long haul I don’t know what to tell you folks.
It’s been a work in progress. What started as a NaNoWriMo idea (which I failed to complete in time) has turned into a introspective sharing of how and why I write. A deep, dark look in the suburbs and the revalation of their violence and drug fueled desires. Good music, badass Aston Martins and a dragon and raptor to boot.
Seriously, it’s balls.
And seriously, tonight it ends. I’ve said it so many times, but man, I feel it. This blog is a small warm-up for my writing tonight, and already I can feel that glow through the veins in me. My 180wpm fingers are in their locked and upright position. So son, let’s roll it all down and see what comes out in the morning. No sleep until I finish, hence the caffeine overload.
Let’s finish this bitch.
