day in the life | TBN 9-10-21

Bookmaking log: completed step 1 of editing Sto’tryp, manuscript @ 24,008 words, 110 pages | TBN +287 words

• • • nothing writ’ below these dots • • • is meant for human eyeballs • • •

Actual day in the life of the boo-… sorry, of The Bookmaker. Got’a get that capitalization right, see, that’s the source of my powers.

So uh, I woke up. Walked over to the shelf. Looked at the cardboard cutouts which resemble the spines of my books on my shelf. Told myself that they are not cardboard cutouts and that I actually wrote all of those books, honest, I did, reading just isn’t cool, reading is for lame-o’s, that’s why, but the cardboar-… the books are real, I swear.

Then, repeat all of that to myself, verbatim.

Then, write this, hoping everybody will believe that I actually wrote all the books that are actually just cardboard cutouts on my shelf.

Next I’m going to see if there are any chickens in the backyard for me to WHOOP at, and then I’m probably just going to hit my head against a wall for a good few hours. That should be pretty fun. Might shoot myself in the fucking head a few dozen times when I’m done with that, and uh… oh, right, when all that’s said and done, I’ll get over myself, reincarnate properly, and write a bunch of books about the entire experience.

But until then… those cardboard cutouts sure are shiny… and they sure do taste good when I lick them with my tongue.

And not a single other part of my body.

Not a single one.

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the tayst that cant b beet

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

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