Oct the Twentieth (cont’d) – Untitled Bigfoot Project (147/224)

Oct the Twentieth (cont’d)

I’m go’n’a publish my first book soon, Journal. Holy shit, I’m go’n’a publish my first fucking book soon! And it’s a book that takes place in The Hillside Commons! Albey the Poet is the main character! HOLY FUCKING SHIT!!!!

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I had a very splendid day today, Journal. A very, very splendid day indeed. I spent most of the day working and finished getting all the text into my manuscript, I had a great dinner with my parents, Tori came over and… well, let’s just say we kissed. On the mouth and… elsewhere. Yeah. On the mouth and elsewhere.

Heh.

No, but the book. The Face of Fear. It’s 189 pages long, including the title page and the table of contents and everything, and it exists. Like, it’s really, really real. I worked my ass off putting it together and it exists. All I have left to do is read through it three times and make whatever corrections are left to make after already reading through it twice.

Speaking of which, I’m definitely never doing that again. It’s probably a little early for me to be making such a decision, but I’m not really making the decision now, I’m just riffing. So fuck it. Never reading a body of text in Scrivener again. EVER EVER EVER!!

But yeah. The Face of Fear. Feels good to have it done, Journal. It’s technically not done, but god damn does it feel good to have it done. Tomorrow I’m’a start the first draft; I have no idea how long it’ll take to get from the first to the third, but like, it’s only Oct the Twentieth today. There are still two full months left of 2020, I might get TFoF out into the world before the end of the year. How crazy would that be?!

You know what? Yeah, I’m calling it right now. The Face of Fear will be published – independently published, at least, because everything outside of that is not in my control and therefore not worth worrying about – before the first day of 2021. It’s happening, I’m calling it, the shit is going down. You heard it here first, Journal – The Face of Fear, a novel by Sidney Blake, coming to an Amazon near you before the end of 2020. Goddamn right.

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I don’t know that there’s anything else to say, honestly. I did it. I wrote my book, I really did it. Now all I have to do is edit it, and bang. Done. Complete. I’m almost officially an author, Journal. No, actually, fuck that. I don’t want to be an author. I didn’t call my one-page note at the end of the book the “Author’s Note.” Wan’a know what I called it? “Novelwriter’s Note.” Because I’m not just an author. The Face of Fear is not just a book. The Hillside Commons is not just a fantasy world, it’s real. Like, not literally, obviously, but I came up with it when I was just a boy. It’s been floating around in my head for, shit, right around a decade, and now I get to share it with the world in the form of a novel. That’s special, ‘man, and you know what? I’m special. There, I said it. I’m not like everybody else, I’m a young twenty-year-old who wrote a whole-ass book. I’m special. I’m not better than anybody, nah, I’m equal, but when I went to do it yo I meant what I did – word to Felt – and that is the difference. I said I was going to write a book, and I wrote a book. And for that reason, at least in my own mind, I am special.

WOW I am feeling myself tonight. What a night! What a life I’m living, good lord! ‘Man, earlier this year I was flunking out of college, I thought I was doomed to a future of misery and woe. But now, looking ahead, all I have is hope. All I see is brightness, and that feels good, Journal. That feels really fucking good.

Oh, and also, I rolled myself a joint tonight. And I didn’t smoke it. And that, too, feels really, really good.

Listen, I have a ton of energy but it’s late and I have work to do tomorrow, I need to get to bed. And I’m not talking to anybody right now, I don’t need to pretend you’re alive, Journal. I write this for my sake and my sake only, so I don’t need to do a big farewell thing. Hell, I don’t even need to fi

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Say thankya, Journal. ‘Preciate ya. Good sleeps and good dreams~


This has been the next journal entry from Untitled Bigfoot Project. Here is everything you need to know about it:

Untitled Bigfoot Project

I’ve written a few other books, too. Click here to see the list.

The Hillside Commons has a Facebook page. Here’s that.

If you’re there, hypothetical reader, thank you for being there. From this day on, we move forever forward~

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