So I can't sleep.
I know, you've probably heard someone else on the internet talk about not being able to sleep. You might even have seen it on here, shock and much gasping.
As such, I'm left wondering what to write about at four in the morning.
My knee still hurts. Definitely going back to the doctor on Monday, I'll have to brow-beat an MRI out of him.
Cherry blossom season is once more speeding towards us. The trees are starting to bud which means waiting a couple of weeks, I should imagine.
Terry Pratchett died. The author of my favourite series, and probably my favourite book. I've been staving off his most recent works because this way was inevitable, what with his illness, and I wanted to essentially main line the endings to all the threads he started decades ago. My insignificant homage will be to tie his series up in as short a time as possible, leaving what I can remember of his older books to memory. Actually that's a lie, I'll definitely re-read everything at some point in my life.
I've been writing a book since December. It's about one quarter finished, which means at the current rate the first draft will be done in a year, the final copy in about a decade. Refresh the page hourly for rip-roaring content updates about this.
Also, if you read this you're obliged to buy at least one copy when it's released (self publishing, woo!). My stated aim is simple: In my lifetime I want to sell a hundred books. Whether that's ten books, ten sales each or one book with one hundred copies, I don't mind. That's a fairly modest number right? I think it's doable in a lifetime. Anyway, you've got a year to save up a tenner. Hop to it. (Please.)
No comments:
Post a Comment