So the first draft of the BTB is finished. Fireworks.
I sent it off to my secret writing coach in Italy and he is going to give me his two cents worth on it and help me with the next step.
I have to tell you I feel like I am dying inside. I feel this way not only because I am fighting some wierd chest cold that won't fuck off already, but because I am waiting for feedback from a published author who's work I really respect.The waiting part reminds me of how it felt to be waiting for tests too. Don't you just hate waiting? I suppose that frustration just shows you how badly you want something I guess. I suppose it could be said that it shows how much or how little control I have over my mind too. Bah.
So I hope that I get some great feedback and some even better help moving this book forward. I think about it constantly and I will make sure it sees the light of day. Hopefully someone has the courage to publish it. If not, I'll sell the thing out of the back of my car.
Who am I kidding, i'll do that anyway.
I will spend the next year promoting that book in any way I can. I actually have a pretty good marketing scheme cooked up but I'm keeping it a secret. For now.
So to the people who read this, tell one and all. The Bad Times Bible is coming. Get ready people. Get ready to be fucking HELPED!
I need something for my chest.