Yesterday, I wrote 1,643 words on Chapter Four ("Plan A") of Fay Grimmer. Which means I started the Mordorian Death March towards The End one day ahead of schedule. In theory, I have only 29 days of it remaining. Presently, I like theory. Though, if I could only manage to write 2,000 words a day until I find The End, I could shorten the March to 23.5 days. That would buy back almost an entire week of my life.
The more I consider the cataclysm of this past year, the more I think it's time to start drinking and smoking again. So what if my meds don't play well with the alkiehol? I don't play well with my meds, so fuck it. Then, when all is said and done – great song by ABBA, by the way (if you can stand ABBA), debuted on the Billboard pop singles chart on 9 January 1982 and peaked at #27. If only Fay Grimmer would do one-tenth that well! Then again, I don't have Anni-Frid Lyngstad, pop star become Her Serene Highness, on my side. Where was I? When all is said and done...uhm. Whatever.
Neither you nor nor I is left to blame,
When all is said and done.
There's no hurry anymore,
When all is said and done. ~ ABBA
If you haven't yet, please have a look at the current "pay the taxes" eBay extravaganza. We have a new wallflower: The Little Damned Book of Days (2005), which came with the limited edition of the World Fantasy nominated To Charles Fort, With Love. It's one of the chapbooks for which I did my own cover. And it's lonely. And needs a home.
In closing, the International Society for the Conservation of Douchebags has announced that it will be adopting Mitt Romney as their mascot.
Livers & Lungs Are For Cowards,
* A shiny new penny to the first person who can find the earliest use of this phrase in my LJ (or Blogger journal). There must be a much earlier one.