Tag Archives: nanowrimo 2011

The total ended up near 70k. I didn’t really start to lose it until the last 10 days. I tried explaining this last night.  “The book is pretentious.  For real.  It’s like I took out my id and threw it at the wall.” “And, what did the Rorschach blot say?” “That I’m Pavlov’s drunken whore.” […]

I don’t even know.  I want to go back to bed. Things which are true: The cost of writing porn is just enough whiskey to turn your ears red, and the uncomfortable realization that you’ve probably fetishised alcohol. But 150 million Russians can’t be wrong, right? My neck hurts. My ass is bruised from this […]