Would I have told you that even if I never saw you again, I'd think about you every day? Only if I accepted never seeing you again or that you were just a dream I'd had.

This weekend was better than I could have ever imagined. Despite the lack of sleep and crappy shifts at work.

Two years ago, half passed out in a bath tub, I thought up a short story about for Nate to draw. It turned in to a trilogy. Now almost exactly two years later, after God knows how many hours in front of the computer and nearly 80 singled spaced pages, I'm freaking done. Whoooo!

When Ryan came to, he was hunched over on his knees. His hands and feet were bound together by tape. Walker was pacing around him in the darkness. His silhouette was dimly lit by his cigarette and the moonlight coming in from the windows. Ryan could make out little of Walker in the dim light. Walker stopped pacing when he noticed Ryan moving. “Ryan ( Read more... )

In case anyone was reading this here's a few excerpts from part 2 of Last Rite

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Monday Dec 19 ( Read more... )

About to go back to the city. It's ridicly cold now ( Read more... )

it was mother effing cold. Having a good time ( Read more... )

So I take off to the city early in the morn. I'm looking forward to it, although I'm one passenger short and it's going to be so damn cold that I'll prob have to start small fires for warmth. I'm looking forward to no fights over sandwiches this year most of all I think. If I don't make it back A. burn all my dvds and burry my boots as a memorial B ( Read more... )

I know that no one wiill read this but here's the first part of the end of the trilogy in it's entirety and been writing like a demon and I think it's going damn well

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