The Author Suffers
Oh how does he suffer — under the weight of his own books.
On a separate note, I wrote a bit of something today that isn’t fiction. You maybe will not ever know. Sorry. But, if Fortune smiles upon me, and the other work I do on this same project turns out to be good work, and I’m as happy with the rest as I am with this start, perhaps you will see something of it.
Perhaps.
Sometimes, it’s very very hard to know the difference between getting work done and screwing around.
Leave a Reply
You must be logged in to post a comment.