AAAAIIIIIEEEEEE
Okay, so there was this weird west story; yeah, the one I've mentioned. It was originally meant to be M7 fanfic, but it rather became a(some) fat novel(s) in which the M7 occasionally turned up for the first two thirds and then buggered off entirely.
I waved it at a couple of people, aware it wasn't proper fanfic but wasn't entirely original either. Was convinced by a couple of people that yes, the story was pretty cool actually and the writing was solid. Resolved to re-jig it so it was entirely non fanfic.
Burbled about it at my sister's wedding to a *darling* gent who is an old friend of the family and who seems to think I'm quite shiny. He said he might have someone who'd like to read it - a friend of his who was quite into the Wild West thing.
The friend is Fred Nolan who is a guru on Billy the Kid and who's written tons of Western fiction under the name of whoever is meant to be doing a series and has writers block.
Apparently, "He is intrigued by the concept and very interested to read your ‘horror’ western. So email a copy to me and I shall forward it to him."
Eeeee!
FUCK!
I demand all the coffee and all the bourbon in the world, I have about three days to finish my edit. Oh dear Thoth on acid - HELP ME PLEASE.
Please send coffee, alcohol, speed, brain enhancers, spare IQ, random genius, bourbon, wild west ghosts, time-in-a-box, etc, etc to: Corvid, 78 George Lane, Shamblyland, London, SE13 6HL.
Thank you.
I waved it at a couple of people, aware it wasn't proper fanfic but wasn't entirely original either. Was convinced by a couple of people that yes, the story was pretty cool actually and the writing was solid. Resolved to re-jig it so it was entirely non fanfic.
Burbled about it at my sister's wedding to a *darling* gent who is an old friend of the family and who seems to think I'm quite shiny. He said he might have someone who'd like to read it - a friend of his who was quite into the Wild West thing.
The friend is Fred Nolan who is a guru on Billy the Kid and who's written tons of Western fiction under the name of whoever is meant to be doing a series and has writers block.
Apparently, "He is intrigued by the concept and very interested to read your ‘horror’ western. So email a copy to me and I shall forward it to him."
Eeeee!
FUCK!
I demand all the coffee and all the bourbon in the world, I have about three days to finish my edit. Oh dear Thoth on acid - HELP ME PLEASE.
Please send coffee, alcohol, speed, brain enhancers, spare IQ, random genius, bourbon, wild west ghosts, time-in-a-box, etc, etc to: Corvid, 78 George Lane, Shamblyland, London, SE13 6HL.
Thank you.