Yo yo yo! How’s things, peeps? There have been about a gazillion things dragging on my brain meats, the least of which is this book I’ve been threatening to write for, like, almost a year. Seriously, I’m starting to wish I could take back all the nasty things I’ve said about people who say they don’t have time to write.
Actually, that’s not true. I meant every nasty thing I said (times two).
See, I’ve had time to write–as much fricken time as the rest of you writers out there–but I’ve been choosing to do other things with my time. I’ve got a lot of irons in a lot of fires, see. I’m trying my little arse off to get enrolled in premed classes for the summer, and seeing as I haven’t taken math since I was an undergraduate way back in twenty ought-four I’ve been studying like a bucktoothed first year for the placement exam. That means my book is going to be sitting at 33K words for a hot minute. Bummer, right?
Meh, it’s all good though. The writing will get done once all this math shiznit is locked down. Writing is what I want to do, but I’ve got to have a backup plan in case some big shot editor doesn’t pick my lotto numbers and send me book contracts/briefcases full of cash/books of blank checks.