Window Cleaning
It's finally happened. No, not the three book deal, but the estate management company (not as posh as it sounds) where I live has finally got an extendable pole that reaches to the third floor. They even woke me up with it this morning. Not as rude as it sounds. Can I tell the difference? Eh, no. Which suggests what? This is of course an overly convulted metaphor.
Speaking of progress, I have now written 5000 words of Ocellus II. For the faint of heart II, unlike its predecessor, has a fair amount of dialogue. I still have no clear idea of where I'm going with it but nothing new there.
And can I just ask the world at large a question? Why aren't you buying my books? If they were terrible I'd understand. My vision of being an oversexed cult author seems as far away as ever. It gets lonely you know.
Speaking of progress, I have now written 5000 words of Ocellus II. For the faint of heart II, unlike its predecessor, has a fair amount of dialogue. I still have no clear idea of where I'm going with it but nothing new there.
And can I just ask the world at large a question? Why aren't you buying my books? If they were terrible I'd understand. My vision of being an oversexed cult author seems as far away as ever. It gets lonely you know.
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