Should I break out the oh-dear-God-that's-so-tired "it's been awhile" joke?
Should I wax poetic about all the wonderful things that can happen in my little brain after taking a step back to let the world mull around in my little cranium?
How about some form of grandiose and verbose line of over-stylized bullshit to explain my absence?
Or how about I just get back to doing what I do best: speaking my mind and saying FUCK a lot!
All kidding aside it really is good to be back at the keyboard. I've spent the last month hammering away on the new book, spending a bunch of time in the gym, and really trying hard to kill myself. And yes, I truly meant to call it hammering on the new book because just like trying to forge steel this thing has turned into a gigantic labor and humongous pain in the dick. As much as I love this story and all of the characters, this thing is beginning to turn into the biggest labor pain riddled activity any creature with testicles has undertaken in quite a while. Hell I think the guy who's trying to sanitize Obama's sins may have an easier job some days.
For those of you that were keeping score, yes that means that I am going to have to push back the publication date for Hurricane Carolina for a bit from May to probably August just to make sure this puppy sees the light of day in the form it was meant to and not as the hideous CHUD it is in its current state. Also, right in the middle of scribbling away on that project I have been completely, utterly, and unexpectedly sidetracked by the appearance of a new idea which is starting to slowly but surely take root. Sometimes you've just got to love being a writer.
Oh yeah, I mentioned trying really hard to kill myself early. I should probably explain. Here's the mental image for you: take one jacked up Toyota Titan pickup, add two ramps off the tailgate at an extremely steep angle, and my stupid and in a hurry ass trying to load/ride a riding mower up said ramps for a customer as quickly as possible. Three feet off the ground and Murphy and the laws of physics strike and the mower with my large ass on board promptly rolls backward and it drops me on my back prior to landing on me. Yep, 500 pounds of mower decided to whoop my ass. Two weeks later I'm still a bit sore but on a happy note at least I know that all the damn time in the gym I've been spending at least gave me the power to shove the thing off me. God did that suck. I only wish there was a camera somewhere. The ten minutes of YouTube fame would've been kinda cool, even if it would have been for abject stupidity.
Well, now that I've ripped of the band-aid off and gotten back on the blog, here's to talking to you all again in the next few!
Thanks for still paying attention!
For those of you that were keeping score, yes that means that I am going to have to push back the publication date for Hurricane Carolina for a bit from May to probably August just to make sure this puppy sees the light of day in the form it was meant to and not as the hideous CHUD it is in its current state. Also, right in the middle of scribbling away on that project I have been completely, utterly, and unexpectedly sidetracked by the appearance of a new idea which is starting to slowly but surely take root. Sometimes you've just got to love being a writer.
Oh yeah, I mentioned trying really hard to kill myself early. I should probably explain. Here's the mental image for you: take one jacked up Toyota Titan pickup, add two ramps off the tailgate at an extremely steep angle, and my stupid and in a hurry ass trying to load/ride a riding mower up said ramps for a customer as quickly as possible. Three feet off the ground and Murphy and the laws of physics strike and the mower with my large ass on board promptly rolls backward and it drops me on my back prior to landing on me. Yep, 500 pounds of mower decided to whoop my ass. Two weeks later I'm still a bit sore but on a happy note at least I know that all the damn time in the gym I've been spending at least gave me the power to shove the thing off me. God did that suck. I only wish there was a camera somewhere. The ten minutes of YouTube fame would've been kinda cool, even if it would have been for abject stupidity.
Well, now that I've ripped of the band-aid off and gotten back on the blog, here's to talking to you all again in the next few!
Thanks for still paying attention!
