Nov the Ninth
The Face of Fear is officially published and available for purchase on Amazon.
Dude, I really did it! I wrote a book and folks can buy it on Amazon!! Like, it’s real! It’s actually fuckin’ real! I’m ‘bout’a call that Mister Kyng guy about getting him a copy, but I wanted to journal first because I put some thought into who I wanted to give copies to, and I came up with the following list (in no particular order):
- Ashley and Jeremy – as my parents, obviously they get one
- Victoria – as my lover, obviously she gets one
- Carl – as Ram’rl the Unfallen, obviously he gets one
- Harry – because fuck Harrington Bogspekti
- Keaton – as Iuqon the Mage, obviously he gets one
So five copies, seven total including the one for me and the one for Mister Kyng. I’m go’n’a order them before I call the guy, and if he doesn’t want to take a chance on it after all then I know exactly who I’m going to give his copy to: Old Jack. Oh yeah, Journal, Old Jack’s go’n’a get a copy of The Face of Fear. A signed copy, of course, just like everyone else on my list.
I’ve been thinking a lot about Old Jack lately. I bet a lot of folks see him as a nuisance, as a burden, as a problem that they have to deal with until he finally dies. I couldn’t imagine living like that. Like, he has to know, right? I don’t know who Old Jack was before he got locked up in the group home, but… I mean, he can’t think he’s just like everyone else, can he? Dude cannot possibly think that breaking out of a group home and trying to hump a car and a house is, like… he can’t think that’s normal. Even if he has a concept of normal, there’s no way he can really think that sexually assaulting inanimate objects is the move… can he? Or is he really that far gone? I don’t know. There’s no way for me to really know, I guess, but I’d like to explore it. I was legitimately crazy for a little while after I got home from school, especially that day I spent in the woods; looking back, I don’t know how the hell I thought the “Dark Tower is my life” thing was real, but in the moment I did. In the moment I was so overwhelmed that I shoved my mother down in the grass and took off into the nighttime forest searching for bigfoot; obviously that wasn’t the move, but I did it anyway.
I think what I’m trying to say is that I empathize with Old Jack a little bit. Like, he’s just a ‘man like anybody else. Sure, he probably went through some less than stellar shit to end up where and how he is now, but like… dude’s just a guy at the end of the day. I want to get to know him better, or at least somebody in his position. That’s why my next book is going to be about him. Like, not literally about him, but it’s going to be about a crazy guy who gets locked up in an asylum and manages to escape. Maybe I’ll even throw in a cameo for me and Tori, I don’t know yet, but my next book is definitely going to be an Old Jack-esque story. I’m tempted to start it now, since The Face of Fear is out and published, but at the same time I’m hesitant. I think I’ll wait for the author copies to get here first, and for them to get here I need to order them, so uh… guess I should go do that. Oh, also:
~The Face of Fear Stats~
- 62,100 words
- 189 pages
- 9 chapters
- 52 subchapters
- 1 short story
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