I play a writer’s version of Russian roulette where every month I have to write things and send them off to be considered for publication — in print or online — and the month that I fail to write, submit, or get anything published, I kill myself… How are you?
If that sounds a little melodramatic, extreme, or stupid, that’s because it is — but this is how my brain works and what it takes to get me writing.
I’ve been playing this game for a while now. So far, so good.
Some of the more observant among you will have noticed that all I’m really saying, in a grumpy and sarcastic way, is that I write a lot.
I could have just said that, of course, but where’s the fun in that?
If you’re reading this then I made it to the end of the year. Next year will be a lot of fun. It will also feature a lot more writing from me. You have been warned.
In the words of Ice-T: “Told ya. You shoulda killed me last year!”
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