Okay, first of all Happy Thanksgiving for those of us in the United States. An excuse to overindulge in too much fatty foods and then sit nearly catatonic in front of the TV watching football. This is the vacation I can get behind!
And as such I will not be able to get the next chapter out as I had hoped before the holiday. I did try but hit a little block and took two days to get out of it. So I fell behind by two days or about 4 pages or so.
Good news is I should be able to get those 4 pages finished off this weekend, perhaps even Friday or early Saturday then off the the editors. And as we all know my editors happily sit by their computers and slowly bobbing up and down while anxiously awaiting the new chapter for them to improve from the third grade drivel I normally spew on the world. And they, in turn, transform it into something resembling readable.
I then of course take what they send me and immediately throw it away. Only to post what I wrote originally. But please, don't tell them that. I'd hate to ruin the natural euphoric high they get from reading my prose before any other humans. I've heard it is quite an uplifting feeling. Not unlike the feeling one gets when fondling Kate Upton's breasts with your tongue.
So what have we learned here boys and girls... well; my writing is awesome, my sophomoric charms work on pretty much anyone, and of course, my vanity is justified.
Oops, almost forgot. Give me another week for "Mayhem" and the next chapter will come out. Since it is a holiday weekend, the family duties are finished a few days earlier than usual, so we can all as a global community unite in the joy of knowing that even though this chapter is a little delayed... the next will not be. Or may the gods take away my boyish charms, marvelously sculpted body and full head of hair.
Shit! Too late!