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Under the Hood: The Imprisonment of Jonathan Knox | New Book Announcement

Hello Commons, I’ve a new book to announce. It’s called Under the Hood: The Imprisonment of Jonathan Knox, it’s a novel about a man who likes to eavesdrop on his neighbors, and it’s the second entry in the W-2222 series.

Jonathan Knox, one of the many residents of backwoods Wuester, has a habit of planting bugs in his neighbors’ houses so he can listen in on what they get up to when they think they’re alone. One night when he’s listening in on his latest mark, local Chief of Police Daniel Maxwell, Jonathan learns about a sinister plot involving an innocent little girl who’s been targeted because of the color of her skin. A sense of duty overcomes him; Jonathan Knox is the only one outside of a circle of dirty cops who knows about the terrible plan, and so he’s the only one who can stop it. Wielding a full can of gasoline and a box of matches, Jonathan Knox hops into his smart car and sets off to do just that, and it only gets more demented from there.

Under the Hood: The Imprisonment of Jonathan Knox is scheduled to be shared over the course of 44 blog posts starting tomorrow, February 27th, and ending on April 11th. Each post will contain one subchapter of the book and will go up at 2:00 PM eastern time every day. Below is the information tile for Under the Hood: The Imprisonment of Jonathan Knox ripped straight from the Books page of my website, which includes applicable links and book stats.

Universe W-2222
Under the Hood: The Imprisonment of Jonathan Knox

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

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Oct the Sixth – Untitled Bigfoot Project (111/224)

Oct the Sixth

Okay, I’m breaking the biggest rule there is to novelwriting: I’m stopping in the middle of a subchapter.

Well, it’s not the middle. I got through the first three subcs of chapter Saturday (a day of Death, and what a day it is, though the chapter takes place entirely at night) and it hit me that, the way I set it up, I wouldn’t be able to include the line “Gobon fled into the endless wood, and Albey the Mad Poet followed.”

So, the fourth subchapter is going to start with that line. I don’t know how I’m going to make it fit into the story, but god damnit I know that I’m going to do it. The line is too clean, the homage to Sai King too beautiful not to put in. SO, I put it in, and when I pick back up tomorrow, I’m going to figure out how to make it work. Worst case scenario I’ll just make it a dream sequence or something (not literally a dream though. Actually, not a “dream” at all – in writing this entry an idea has popped into my head, and I’m going to let it mature overnight. Heheheheheh. I am novelwriter, hear me roar), I’m sure I’ll figure it out.

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Anywho, back to real life, I’m go’n’a go to the library and bug my girlfriend and try to get her to make out with me between the shelves when nobody’s looking. Last time it happened she tricked me into it, so I figure I owe her a little payback.

*rubs hands together greedily*

Oh, and also, I wound up not writing yesterday. I don’t know why, it just didn’t feel right. I want to enjoy this, y’know? It’s my first book, I’m only going to get one of these, and I don’t want the memory of writing it to be miserable. It worked out for the better, anyway: I got almost 4,000 words done in three hours today, that’s a new record for me. It’s almost like I let it build up and it exploded out of me; probably not going to do that again if I can help it, for Balance is key, but it’s good to know that if I miss a day I won’t have to start back at square one and have no idea what to write.

Writing fiction is a very strange experience, not really like anything else I’ve done. It honest to god feels like this idea exists outside of my mind and I’m just a translator. I’ve probably written that a trillion times in here already, but like… that’s how it feels. Fuck it, this is my journal, nobody’s going to read it. I’m not even going to read it. I can write anything I want.

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Tori’s boobs are softer than kittens with down feathers for fur. Taste better, too. Her nipples are like Hershey’s kisses except not brown. And they’re sweeter, too. Sweeter than sugar itself. And she likes when I bite them, mayhap even more than I like biting them.

Okay I got’a get to the library bye.

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Say thankya, Journal. ‘Preciate ya. Long days and pleasant nights~


Hello Commons, this has been the next journal entry from Untitled Bigfoot Project, a novel about a writer who writes a novel about bigfoot.

Untitled Bigfoot Project is part of the Third Spiral, an anthology of sorts called The Here and Now which is comprised of stories told from the various planes of Existence.

Untitled Bigfoot Project is available to read for free in its entirety on my website. Click here to check it out.

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

If you like Untitled Bigfoot Project and would like to help support my work, click here and buy an autographed copy of the book (or anything else!) from my store. Alternatively, you can snag a cheaper (and unsigned) copy from Amazon by clicking here OR you can buy the ebook for even cheaper here.

If you’re there, hypothetical reader, thank you for being there. Be well Commons~

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Happy Holiblaze | The Bookmaker’s Note 4/20/21

Writing log: OTR +3,917 words | TBN +1,016 words


Happy Holiblaze you sons of bitches. I once said in this blog that books made with marijuana involved in the creative process always end up being bullshit books. I have come to either the realization or the understanding – I’m not sure which one it is, but there is a difference in this context – that it is actually up to you entirely and the marijuana may actually play a very minimal role in the production of a bullshit book.

If you’re gonna make a book, you’re gonna make a book. When that book is done, it will reflect the amount of effort you put into it, simple as that. If you made the book right all the way through, it will show. If you put only enough effort into the book for it to become a bullshit book cough Flowers cough Under the Hood cough I don’t even know I just feel like they’re my weaker works cough I even made Under the Hood sober cough then it will become a bullshit book. If the book gets done and the final product is satisfactory and you were intoxicated the entire time you were putting it together, then so be it. To each his own; if that completes your cypher, fuck it, amen, and that’s word to Godemis!

So does that mean I’m just sitting around getting high all day every day and not really putting up the ridiculous numbers I’m flaunting in these posts? If they’re even ridiculous? I don’t even know because nobody will answer my end of the post question? Maybe. Maybe I didn’t actually write any of my books, maybe the books in the pictures are just a cardboard prop and all the posts are just unknown foreign fiction poorly translated into English with names and locations changed. Maybe I’m getting high and writing all day and the numbers are real, or maybe I’m just writing all day and then smoking at night because finding weed requires time and effort and I must conserve. Or maybe I haven’t smoked since I put out Flowers – my 9th book, by the way, 9 of 11, soon to be 12, ‘man can I count or what? – because weed is legal now but not publicly available for sale yet and I’m trying to live a fantasy for a few goddamn minutes at the end of my day. It’s none of your fucking business what’s going on in my life, okay? I’m making these posts to connect with my audience and you need to back the fuck up, bucko. Listen, want to know what’s going on with me that’s your business? This here: I’ve become self-conscious about my flagrant apostrophe usage as of late. Like, using don’ow instead of dunno or go’n’a instead of gonna. In dialogue, too, like, I often go for the hillbilly thing ‘nd if’n’ I start goin’n’a’bunch’a words’re easy t’stack t’gethr and th’dialogue’ll keep’er movin’ ’til whatever the fuck, you get my point, it’s ridiculous and I feel like I need to chill with it. So I am. I sometimes feel like when I’m writing if I do something one way once I need to do it the exact same way for the rest of eternity or else I’ll break some rule, but there are no rules to writing except to sit down and fill the blank space with symbols. Do whatever the fuck you want, whatever gets the project done, whatever gets the next line written. Do your shit and shut the fuck up about your excuses for fuck’s sake!

I feel like I occasionally get confrontational in these posts. You should know that it’s your fault entirely and it wouldn’t happen so much if you didn’t push me and make me walk across the room and beat you upside the fuckin’ head like this. Look what you make me do!

But yeah, ‘man. 4/20. Weed day. I don’t know what the fuck weed is. I used to think I knew exactly what it was, I had all these crazy borderline delusional theories about how the world worked and shit, I was still getting high off my own supply if you toke what I’m blowin’. Started to believe the bookmaking ideas applied to the real world. Coincidences kept lining up which seemed to suggest I was onto something, that I had figured out these hidden secrets of perception through which the universe communicated secret messages to me and that my every breath was leading to some big climactic showdown or some bullhockey like that. ‘Man, that’s just storybook shit, that doesn’t happen. Like, it can happen, but it doesn’t happen. Just gotta stay grounded, it isn’t that hard. You can’t keep it moving if both feet aren’t on the ground, ‘man, that’s all there is to it.

So you may have noticed I didn’t hit my word goal today. Like, I made a whole-ass post about setting a challenge for myself to do 6,000 words a day and here I am legit 2 days in coming up short already. Well, get off my dick and give the Shopfy stalker a turn, first of all – 2 pm today – and second of all, I’m just posting this now because I want it to land on 4/20 – fuck off, I know it’s a few minutes late – because the post is dated. Because I feel like I set rules for myself in writing despite writing being the artform of anarchy. I’m going to hit the 6 thou, hit the bed, then get up tomorrow and do however much I can. Tomorrow’s Wednesday, weekend Wednesday bitches. Wow, I’m still here.

This has been your daily dose of whatever the fuck this is. If fear does not hold you back, comment your daily word goal! Maybe if I demand it rather than request it I’ll get some characters for this The Bookmaker’s Note Volume 1 shit I’m throwin’ together top of ’22. Happy Holiblaze, y’bunch’a dirty fuckin’ hippies.

If you’re there, hypothetical reader, thank you for being there, and know I burned one down for you today. From this day on, we move forever forward~

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Oct the Fifth (Log) – Untitled Bigfoot Project (110/224)

Oct the Fifth (Log)

Words written:

Total progress:


Hello Commons, this has been the next journal entry from Untitled Bigfoot Project, a novel about a writer who writes a novel about bigfoot.

Untitled Bigfoot Project is part of the Third Spiral, an anthology of sorts called The Here and Now which is comprised of stories told from the various planes of Existence.

Untitled Bigfoot Project is available to read for free in its entirety on my website. Click here to check it out.

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

If you like Untitled Bigfoot Project and would like to help support my work, click here and buy an autographed copy of the book (or anything else!) from my store. Alternatively, you can snag a cheaper (and unsigned) copy from Amazon by clicking here OR you can buy the ebook for even cheaper here.

If you’re there, hypothetical reader, thank you for being there. Be well Commons~

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The Rule of 19 | The Bookmaker’s Note 4/19/21

Writing Log: OTR +6,530 words


Let’s get right into it. Yesterday I was talking about… I don’t remember exactly what, but I said it reminded me of what I wanted to say today. Well now it’s today. So I’ve had this idea floating around in my head for a while. Almost every time I randomly find myself speaking aloud to an audience of nobody, this idea is what I’m talking about. I call it The Rule of 19.

You can apply it to anything you want, but I make books so that’s where I’m going. If you’re in the game of making books then it’s pretty safe to say you want your work to be remarkable. I’m not talking about it being good or acceptable here, I’m talking about it being remarkable, being a book among books so to speak. So you give it your all, you write with passion and you try your very best, you create the best final product you can, and you put it out there. You give out your free copies, you get your first wave of reviews. Mostly 3 stars. A few 2s, a few 3.5s. No 1s, but no 5s either. Your project you worked so hard on, that you put your entire being into for a whole few months, is unremarkable, and it fades swiftly from the consciousness of humanity. You are crushed, finished, the defeat is getting to you and visions of violence cloud your mind like a red mist. You cannot eat, you cannot sleep, you are terrified to try again because you cannot take much more defeat after that first failure and so every night you hug your knees to you chest and rock back and forth on your bed whispering sweet nothings to yourself in hopes the demons will stay away another night, but they have been clawing at you lately. They’re breaking down the door to your bedroom, they’re breaking in through the windows. It’s suddenly the middle of the day on a weekend. The sounds of children playing and screeching about flood in through your windows. The demons detest the laughter of the children. A memory comes to you, last week at the local Whole Foods you ran into your neighbor. She was talking about the firewalker they hired for the kid’s birthday party, dude walks across a bed of burning coals. The demons flood your mind with cravings for the taste of freshly seared longpork and you know you are powerless to their whims, you know it’s about to happen again, you know you’re about to take out the firewalker and as many of the kids as you can and you know you’re going to fry them on the firewalker’s strip of burning coals and you know the commandos in the white coats are going to storm your suburban Utah neighborhood to lay their hands on you again, but it will all be worth it for the taste. The demons tell you it will all be worth it for the taste, for just one luscious taste…

Listen, I don’t know what happened either. It got off track. We’re moving on.

The Rule of 19 says that only 19% of all books are remarkable. The other 81% are less so, and that’s okay. You can still love books in the bottom 81%, they are still books, they still exist, but only 19% are truly remarkable. In order to contribute to the 19%, you must contribute to the 81%. They cannot exist without one another, and that is okay. Try your best for the 19, expect to land in the 81, and keep making books no matter what happens. The more work you do the more refined a worker you will become, so beat on your goddamned craft you semi-hairless ape.

The Rule of 19 on April 19th. Boom, fucker. All according to plan. Chapter 4 of OTR is drafted, only chapter 5 and the epilogue to go. I tinkered with the book file a little too, added in headers. This is going to be my first book with headers. I think it’s going to be my first book between 100,000 and 200,000 words, too. 3 of my 11 are over 200,000, the rest are all under 100,000. It’s not at the milestone yet but it’s almost there, should hit it tomorrow if I keep on my shit. I’m excited for OTR. It’s a pretty fucking despicable book but I’m excited for OTR.

In other news, for exercise I sawed logs today. Also, the Shopify stalker struck again just 2 hours ago. I hope they’re okay. I don’t understand their behavior.

This is the end of the blog post. This was either an 81% blog post or a 19% blog post, but it was definitely a blog post. I definitely posted it on my blog. Gonna end up in the book at the top of 2022 regardless of which percentile it falls into. I feel like if I don’t keep asking the question it will undermine my dominance, so uh, how many words do you like to hit in a day when you’re working on a project?

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

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Oct the Fifth – Untitled Bigfoot Project (109/224)

Oct the Fifth

I haven’t started writing yet, but I just wanted to make this entry for myself in hopes that I might deal with an anxiety that’s been haunting me.

So, by definition, an Exordium is “the beginning or introductory part, especially of a discourse or treatise.” That’s basically the same thing as a prologue and a prelude and yadda yadda yadda. For some reason, in my mind, when I think of “prologue” (because that’s really what The Lodge is, “Exordium” is just a fancy word I chose because of the whole fantasy vibe of The Face of Fear, which I swear to you, Journal, is a real book, not some ridiculous delusion I’m living) I think of “short.” Like, for whatever reason, in my mind a prologue is supposed to be shorter than all the other parts of a book, like, drastically shorter, like, if the mean chapter length is 4,200 words, then the prologue should be around 1,500, 2k max.

But that doesn’t mean it’s true. It doesn’t have to be shorter than the rest, and in my case it isn’t. Well, technically it is, by like 500 or whatever words, but it really doesn’t have to be. It doesn’t have to be anything; writing is anarchy, there are no rules (there are what lots of folks think of as rules but are actually just guidelines for the more hopeless because as long as your communication is communicating the message you want to get across then you’re doing it right, fucking fight me, I’ll clap you over the head with my fuckin’ novel, why am I so angry all of the sudden?), and it’s going to be what it’s going to be. The story will be told in the way it’s meant to be told because, like Stephen King said in not so many words, stories are not constructs of the human mind, they’re living things, they’re like artifacts we dig up, findings to be found, encoded messages from somewhere else entirely that we translate so they may be shared with whoever they’re meant to be shared with, and then some. And that’s just what it is. And that’s okay.

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All right, I feel a little better. I’m just afraid that I’m doing this wrong, is all. Like, I know that I’m not, I’m super passionate and I care a lot about it (so much so that I’m afraid of fucking it up like I did with college), it’s just really important to me is all.

But I do feel better now, having put all that into words. Now I’m off to put more stuff into words, for I feel the dam swelling; the story wishes to flow.

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Say thankya, Journal. ‘Preciate ya. Long days and pleasant nights~


Hello Commons, this has been the next journal entry from Untitled Bigfoot Project, a novel about a writer who writes a novel about bigfoot.

Untitled Bigfoot Project is part of the Third Spiral, an anthology of sorts called The Here and Now which is comprised of stories told from the various planes of Existence.

Untitled Bigfoot Project is available to read for free in its entirety on my website. Click here to check it out.

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

If you like Untitled Bigfoot Project and would like to help support my work, click here and buy an autographed copy of the book (or anything else!) from my store. Alternatively, you can snag a cheaper (and unsigned) copy from Amazon by clicking here OR you can buy the ebook for even cheaper here.

If you’re there, hypothetical reader, thank you for being there. Be well Commons~

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Editing | The Bookmaker’s Note 4/18/21

Writing log: OTR +6,490 words


Fuckin’ did it. When I woke up this morning, I decided that I owed myself an extra 3,000 words for being the shithead yesterday and not writing. It took all day – it will be past midnight when I post this, and this is not an apology for that – but I fuckin’ got that shit done. Feels fucking good, ‘man.

So I’m giving myself a challenge this week. I was browsing on facebook (I know, I feel ashamed) and I saw this dude in one of the two writer groups I joined posting pictures of himself in a treehouse talkin’ about how he was on a writer’s retreat and he wrote 11,000 words that day and set a new record for himself. I was tempted to comment Good job dude, my record is 22,000. Literally twice as much as you, and I wasn’t even in a treehouse. Beat that, you son of a bitch but I thought it might come off as rude so I merely closed the page and got the fuck off facebook like any self-respecting human should. But it got me thinking: I don’t write enough. Like, 3,000 words a day is fine, but it’s light. When I wrote The 2020 Event |The Main Event| I was bangin’ out 6,000 on a daily basis easy, sometimes I even got above 10,000, and I was fucking looney back then. I’m in a much better place mentally today, I can write more. So I’m fidna.

Here’s the challenge. It’s not really a challenge, more like a trial run, but here’s what I’m doing this week. Monday and Tuesday, 6,000 each. Wednesday, however much I manage to get done. Thurs, Fri, Sat, 6,000 each. Sunday, however much. The 6,000 days will give me a minimum of 30,000 words for the week (roughly 100 pages) and whatever I do on the off days will pile on top. That will be progress. I don’t think I’m going to stop writing during the editing process for OTR, either. Why bother stopping when I can keep the momentum going and get ahead on the next project? No, quantity does not imply quality, but quality can be achieved through quantity. I’m biting a youtuber called Joel Haver on that one but it’s true ‘man, quality by means of quantity. Got’a practice to get good. That reminds me of tomorrow’s TBN, I already know what I’m going to write about. But that’s tomorrow.

Another thing I saw on facebook that got me fired up was this writer who posted a one-star review she got from someone who read her book and was offended at the massive amounts of proofreading errors in said book, and a bunch of other writers were in the comments saying yeah well you fucking deserve it. It’s just like, calm the fuck down. It’s just writing. I’ve read books, both indie and industry, littered with proofreading errors and it really doesn’t bother me a lot. Like, it doesn’t make the book unreadable. I don’t love it, I won’t lie, but I’m able to get the fuck over the fact that another author didn’t pay as close attention to their work as I wish I was able to pay to my own and still absorb the meaning that author put into their words which they cared enough about to write them down and publish them for the world to judge.

That’s not to say I’m out here letting proofreading errors fly left and right, either. Yeah, I let the wondrous and wonderous thing go for The Monksville Chronicles. You know what else I let go for that book? The “this is not real” disclaimer on the publishing page? It uses both its and it’s in the same line and only one of them is correct. But I let it fly, among other stuff I’m sure. For The Monksville Chronicles I let it all fly because The Monksville Chronicles is an old fucking book, I made it when I was less experienced and it should reflect that fact. The disclaimer in OTR has been corrected, and that’s not the only change to my publishing page formula I’m making with OTR either. Writers are artists, we are meant to grow and evolve and obsessively going over our past pieces of work is not how we evolve. It’s not how I evolve, anyway. What’s already written is written, dawg. What’s that next line go’n’a be, what’s your next book go’n’a be about? If you can’t write the next thing, you’re dead. That’s just what it is, baby, word to Charles Bukowski.

Lmao you’d think I was the woman who made the facebook post. But like, whatever. I don’t know why it bothered me. It’s late, I just got finished writing 6,000 words. I’m just riffing at this point, no filter allowed, I’m on some OG Sidney Blake shit. This blog series was very much inspired by Sidney Blake, if you didn’t know that. He’s the main character of Untitled Bigfoot Project and a fat chunk of his story is told through journal entries. This isn’t literally my journal, of course, but that’s where it came from with the Progress log (which is now the Writing log, officially) and everything. Yeah, ‘man.

But editing. Editing is definitely important. Almost everybody says that you absolutely need an outside editor to look at your stuff, that editing your own work is basically pointless. I don’t know about that one. I think it’s an important skill to have. When somebody else proofreads or even critiques your work, all they’re essentially doing is telling you how to change it to be more like something they would do. I miss stuff when I edit my own work, yeah. I’m not perfect, I think that’s blatantly obvious. But I’m better at self-editing now than I was when I first started. I think someone who can’t adequately edit their own work is at a disadvantage if anything. So what, your old books have errors. Make a new book and try harder on the proofreading, then. Also, maybe don’t go on Facebook and publicly bitch about it. Or anything. Fuck bitching about things in general. Fuckin’ find something to do.

Side note, I long for the day my books start getting reviews. I foresee a new blog series. But that’s the future.

Anyhow, I don’t know why I’m still writing the words on this screen. This shit’s 1,000 words long, I cracked 7,000 today. Bitchin’. But yeah ‘man, today was a good day. OTR chapter 4 is now 7 subchapters long. I’m about to dip, but first I have to ask: How many words do you like to write in a day when you’re working on something?

Oh, also, Shopify stalker struck again at 3 am and 6 pm. Lowkey inspiring in a way.

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

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Oct the Fourth (Log) – Untitled Bigfoot Project (108/224)

Oct the Fourth (Log)

Words written: 7,394 (fuckin’ KILLIN’ ‘em)

Total progress: 31,633 words {25 subc} [4 ch]


Hello Commons, this has been the next journal entry from Untitled Bigfoot Project, a novel about a writer who writes a novel about bigfoot.

Untitled Bigfoot Project is part of the Third Spiral, an anthology of sorts called The Here and Now which is comprised of stories told from the various planes of Existence.

Untitled Bigfoot Project is available to read for free in its entirety on my website. Click here to check it out.

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

If you like Untitled Bigfoot Project and would like to help support my work, click here and buy an autographed copy of the book (or anything else!) from my store. Alternatively, you can snag a cheaper (and unsigned) copy from Amazon by clicking here OR you can buy the ebook for even cheaper here.

If you’re there, hypothetical reader, thank you for being there. Be well Commons~

Posted in The Bookmaker's Note

Writing | The Bookmaker’s Note 4/17/21

Progress log: Ø


Today, I was the shithead. I woke up with the intention of writing at least 3,000 words. I just straight-up did not do it. I won’t even make any excuses, I just didn’t write today. I spent a couple hours throwing together a skeletal working manuscript for OTR, but that was little more than procrastination. I get stuff done when I’m putting off getting stuff done; all the same I did no writing. I’m not really sure what stopped me, either. Even the voices were egging me on to write, but I just didn’t do it. Probably just a me thing. We’ll try again tomorrow.

Pettily obligatory question time: If you’re a writer, how many words do you like to write in a day when you’re working on a project? And if you’re not a writer, why the hell not?

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

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Oct the Fourth – Untitled Bigfoot Project (107/224)

Oct the Fourth

Journal, I’ve been at this for almost six and a half hours. I’ve written over 5,000 words today and I have 1 subchapter left of chapter Research, and I’m about to fuckin’ do it. It’s so good, so fuckin’ good, AH! At first I was a little meh about it, because I noticed I kept starting a lot of sentences with the same words and that annoys the living daylights out of me for some reason. I’ve never once noticed that in any of the books I’ve read (not that I’ve been looking for it) but now that it’s stood out to me in my own writing it absolutely infuriates me and I needed to take a breather and say this and AHH!

I wrote so much today, I can’t believe I’m still not done. I don’t think I’ve ever worked harder on something in my life. At first I was – and I still kind of am, to be honest – sure that my novel will end up being a novella, as in a short novel. According to the folks on the internet who classify such things, a novella is anywhere between, like, 20,000ish words and 40,000-50,000ish words, and a novel is 40,000-50,000ish words up into infinity, I guess. I’m going to approach the 30,000 mark today (if I don’t surpass it, which I might, depending on how long this palaver’s about to be, and I’m only on chapter 4 out of 9 (including the Exordium and Envoi, of course, and speaking of fancy words, I figured out a word for the appendix that isn’t “appendix”: Addendum. What’s fuckin’ with DAT?! OH, and by the way, I decided that I’m going to add in that little short story I mentioned a long while ago that I remember perfectly because I’ve been looking at it like every day but I still feel the need to mention because I’m writing a novel and I’m in storytelling mode and wow this is a long tangent I wonder how long it’s going to go on for until it breaks anyway so YEAH, I’m going to add it to the back of the book not because it’s connected to The Face of Fear or anything, not because it’s objectively good (although I like it quite a bit), but just because. This is my first novel, the first of many if ka spins in my favor, and assuming I’m going to get readers, I’d like to give them a little something extra. Like, it’s one thing to write a book, but it’s another thing to put something special at the end of said book. I think it is, at least, but what do I know? I’m just a hillbilly kid from the backwoods of New Jersey, my own townfolks don’t even like me) and I forget where I was before the tangent.

Right, so I’m on chapter 4 out of 9 and I’m about to breach 30,000 words, so like, as long as the next five chapters aren’t less than 2,000 words each (like, bitch, I’ve written subchapters longer than that; hell, I’ve written fuckin’ journal entries longer than that!) then I should be fine, it should be a proper novel and not a wimpy little novella.

I am so excited to give this to the world. I’m not in a rush to get it done, because I’m really enjoying myself, but I know the final product is going to be really special, if not to everybody than just to me. And Keaton and Carl, of course, because it’s The Hillside Commons. Ugh. So happy that I’m doing this. So, so very happy.

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Say thankya, Journal. ‘Preciate ya. Long days and pleasant nights~


Hello Commons, this has been the next journal entry from Untitled Bigfoot Project, a novel about a writer who writes a novel about bigfoot.

Untitled Bigfoot Project is part of the Third Spiral, an anthology of sorts called The Here and Now which is comprised of stories told from the various planes of Existence.

Untitled Bigfoot Project is available to read for free in its entirety on my website. Click here to check it out.

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If you’re there, hypothetical reader, thank you for being there. Be well Commons~

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Life | The Bookmaker’s Note 4/16/21

Progress log: wrote ~3200 words towards OTR


I hit my minimum today. I’m good with it. I could have written more, but I also could have been a shithead and written less. Today I am not the shithead, and that is a victory.

One of those not much to say days tbh. The Shopify stalker is still at it. Stared at the running book at 9 last night then again today at 6 pm. At least they didn’t look first thing in the morning, y’know? That’s the weirdest part of this for me, the 6/7 am views. But imagine if I got an order for the running book and then the views just stopped. Like. All this time the fellow was just trying to decide whether or not to make the purchase. Plot twist of the century.

I don’ow, ‘man. The wind continues to blow, y’know what I’m sayin’? Just another day. The sky could be falling. I could be out of my folks’ house. But it isn’t. And I’m not. And that’s okay. Some days are gray and dreary. Either the sun or a storm is coming, and when it’s done the other will follow right behind. Life, ‘man. It ain’t always peaceful like this. The only thing life always is is life, and that’s okay too. Shit, the only reason I’m still typing right now is to feel the keys bounce back against my fingertips, and even that’s okay. We’re just out here doing our thing, ‘man. I mean we, too, you and me. We’re both human and we’re both out here doin’ our thing. The wind blows in whichever direction it pleases and we’re just out here doing our thing.

A’ight, I’m gettin’ out’a here. You know the drill; if you don’t, every day I ask for a hypothetical reader to comment their daily writing goal. It hasn’t happened yet.

Yet.

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