Bookmaking log: banked 3,407 words of notes in The Endless Wood, continued notetaking for W-666 entry 2 | TBN +702 words
• • • nothing writ’ below these dots • • • is meant for human eyeballs • • •
Well first and 4moast, I just want to say how thankful I am for the [nondescript two-digit quantity] folks who downloaded various PDFs from my website for free over the past couple days, PDFs including Untitled Bigfoot Project, Flowers, Under the Hood: The Imprisonment of Jonathan Knox, and Over the River: The Emancipation of Jonathan Knox. I think someone checked out The Fall of the Seven Earths, too, but I’m not 100% on that. What I am 100% on is the fact that 13 hypothetical readers proved their existence to me, and whether they read one page and hated it or read a few and enjoyed it enough to read this blog post, I am tremendously thankful for them. I’ve been talking to myself about y’all all day!
So again, to be clear, thank you (: you are appreciated. also, I jazzed around and turned the comment section on for all of the book pages, so y’all can write your words about them if you have any. It’s my equivalent of the Amazon review section, so go nuts. You can think whatever you want about my work – the books are made, y’know what I mean? The comments were off because I didn’t realize they were off, but hey, now they’re on, and now you know.
now, onto the normal fuckety fuck fuck it shit, Bookmaker has gone ham today. I’m going to put a picture on Instagram a little later to tease what I’m doing, but I have my scratchpad open and Scrivener on the laptop off to the side and I have the screen split between two documents, ‘man, and I am building a world. I am making encyclopedic entries, I am drawing a map, I am plotting out the plot of arc II of Planewalkers
noted reader, I am moving forever forward
noted reader, The Bookmaker is moving forever the fuck forward!!!
this is really real! it’s actually happening!
sometimes when I do a rendition of The Note, it means I am done working for the day. other times, it means I am getting today’s rendition of The Note done so I might continue to work unimpeded. today feels like one of the latter days, but I will not know until after this is posted. so. whatever
Bookmaker got plans, folks. The Bookmaker has plans. If you’re reading this, there’s a good chance you are interested in what The Bookmaker is doing. If you’re reading this, there is a good chance you are on the website of The Hillside Commons. You should snoop around. I hardly put any effort at all into these posts, and if you’re here reading this that means you are, in fact, here reading this… so why not read something I put real time into?
Oh, that’s right, because you’re a sloppy illiterate fuck and the fact that you found your way here without “accidentally” spending a few hours on the child pornography sites again is a miracle in and of itself. you’re probably looking at this on your phone, too, Jesus Christ. I don’t know which is worse. I do feel bad for you, though. You haven’t the fortune of experiencing this website on the desktop, which it’s designed for. which it looks goddamn dope on. poor you. poor me, having to write about you, having to call you out because it’s all I can do to wake you up to the fact that we’re living in a dream, and in order to fully enjoy that dream, you need to buy signed copies of and more importantly, read my books
because let’s make no mistake, folks
the books put out via The Hillside Commons are the greatest shit on the internet, and I don’t particularly feel the need to defend that statement. If you disagree with it, well, you had to have read the books in order to have an opinion worth having, and for that, I appreciate you
Since you’re there, noted reader, thank you for being there. From this day on, we move forever forward~