Okay, as the title suggests, I have sent the latest chapter for Mayhem in a Pill to my editors, who, of course, can now remove themselves from their prone forms of otherworldly difficult Yoga poses to try once again and make my words into something palatable or dare I say... good?
Tee Hee. We can wish and dream, can't we?
I would have finished this chapter last week, but I got distracted by something shiny.
No worries, though. It is still a decent chapter, and I'm starting to set things up for the next one. I dunno if the next chapter is continuing the younger Tim or going off the find out what happened to the older Tim and his rescue mission. I dunno. I'll think on it this weekend.
So until we meet again, may your hangover be brief and weakened by your own pure badassery. And may you dream of large women... what they are doing is entirely up to you.
And keep it to yourself! I don't want to confuse it with my own.
--Shinerdrinker
Quick edit: I just read about the passing of Ernest Bywater. This one hits pretty hard. I won't go so far as to say he was a friend. But he was one of the first "big" writers from this site that traded emails with him early on in Mayhem. He encouraged me and gave me some tips I still use today.
He set me on the path of continuing with this crazy hobby and helping others as we all try to share our stories.
Rest easy, Ernest, we'll keep writing I know you'll keep reading!