The time has come. 4 weeks free. 1 rewrite. Plans done. I am ready to go.
“Paul, can you help me with this?”
But…but I am about to start rewriting my novel. Please people just leave me alone.
As an author, have you ever considered committing a crime just so you can go to prison to avoid everyone and everything in order to do what you love without the world trying to hold you back?
FYI, I watched Shawshank Redemption last night.
I am ready to write, words are on the tip of my brain ready to flow out of me and I am spending valuable time I don’t want to waste watching the butt crack of my father as he bends over, jeans half way down his rear, trying to put a monitor on a stand…Don’t ask.
I hate abbreviations (apologies for FYI) but I think the only way I can truly express my aggravation is to say FML. F M mother lovin’ L.
The rewrite still awaits. My second novel will be coming….when the crack says so.