November has come

See title. Time to get started on yet another novel that, in all probability, I won’t ever finish. But I can’t really guarantee that I won’t finish. That is to say, maybe I’ll succeed and have a novel written in a month’s time. Who knows? Oh, I’ll answer that. No one knows, because we can’t, with any assured accuracy, predict the future. So why don’t you try and write a novel?  You may surprise yourself (and me, because if I don’t have faith in finishing my own novel, I certainly don’t think you can do it).

Or, at the very least follow me as I write my novel. It’s gonna have

  1. Witches
  2. Drugs
  3. Rock and roll, maybe
  4. Definitely sex
  5. Mistaken identity antics
  6. General shenanigans

That sounds like some Grade-A, weaponized, bad-ass shit if you ask me, which is good, because I have to write it all. If you’re not sure whether or not you like my writing, check out this online publication that apparently thinks I’m not so bad.

Poem

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