My muse has exposed me to ridicule...again...the bitch. This is NOT my fault, folks.
I didn't do it, nobody saw me do it, you can't prove a thing...
Hey! Wench! stay outta my blog!
I have no idea how I'm going to fix this. The last time she had the principal character step off a 350 foot cliff. I had to bring in alien scientists for that one. Of course I could just keep the two Davids apart.
Where's the fun in that?
Screwed...I even went so far as to consider sailing back to Pentwater and canning the whole schmere. Then I researched the possibility of the Chicago to New Orleans route.
Not with this boat.
Shut up, woman.
The basic setup requires a big sailboat...cheap...and National Geographic sponsorship.