Just checking in again. It's been, I dunno, XXX days since my last confession.

I keep... moving. I'm working on a novel these days, another fucking novel, but at least the little fucker is getting written. It's getting every time I do it. It's sort of impressive.

At home, oh god, I dunno anymore. I'm just whatever I am. Things are a little more ( Read more... )

 So close to being finished editing "Anonymous Cubed". Then the real test begins, letting other fuckers read it. I don't know about that. It's a very silly story. I wish it were funnier, but I'm not a strictly-funny writer, it seems. I write lots of stuff. Funny, serious, mean, nice ( Read more... )

 Ah, what a year has been 2011 ( Read more... )

Pull back on the lever. Breathe. Release. The spring compacts and the balls jostles forward, playing out simplistic karmic design across the multitude of flashing lights and rubber bumpers. It's all noise and flashing lights until the ball goes down, like we all go down. You left the evidence out for the cops to find, and now you're going down. You ( Read more... )