which makes me want to use it all the more to make a blog again. Some kind of daily writing exercise that isn't reliant on deadlines or some other stuff. This will be fragments and fun and friendship. But it won't be our friendship because I'm the only one reading this. It's the perfect crime.
Updating the site and I thought I'd make use of this useless part of my website to post about how I've uploaded the entirety of SCREAMLAND #6 here for you to read. The whole story is there, but I was happy to finally get this issue finished last year and I might as well make it easy to find and read after all that time and effort was put into it. If you've read my first book, SCREAMLAND: DEATH OF THE PARTY, this makes a nice epilogue for all the madness in there with some more madness and some deep monster self-reflection at the best place for it: Devil Fish's Funeral.
One more time for the cheap seats: click here to read SCREAMLAND #6.
I wrote a whole thing and then I forgot to save it. It's like I never left.
Because it was a blog post, it was a way too long-winded mission statement about actually using this blog for something. Also I said the word blog twice in the year 2015. But this site has to be about something and it largely seems to be about writing, so I'm gonna write about writing. Probably not much else, but considering that hardly anyone will be reading this, I'll consider this a monologue to myself, another place to keep my fingers moving when the idea train isn't just stalled, but tipped over, on fire and leaking chemicals into the groundwater.
And as I already wasted a bunch of time spelling out everything I'm trying to get done this weekend and still haven't accomplished, I'll get back to doing those things instead of this thing.
But I will use this thing.
tweaking odds and ends, trying this thing out, seeing if it's any use at all.
let's see, can I do this?
Yep. I can do that.
What else, what else...
How about this?
Okay. I guess I can do something with this.
One more thing.