Okay, so I did a thing.
Tee Hee. Well, I knew I could, but I sat my ass in the chair and did what Hemmingway suggested. I bled on the paper. I fucked around and found out I could write when I wanted to. Except, it was a computer and a blank page of a writing program. Still, the feeling was there.
I'm itching to go back to the future Tim timeline for chapter 70. Maybe. Maybe not. Dunno. Y'all can fuck around and find out.
Either way, I've sent chapter 69 to my cadre of editors. They, of course, had denied themselves food and refreshments since the posting of the last chapter to please me into writing once again. This time it worked. And I have blessed them with new prose.
(No problems with ego here, eh Shinerdrinker.)
So long story short, I've put the all-important chapter 69 (noice!) into the editing process. Virgins and young animals across the globe are hereto warned of their possible calling.
Hopefully, the rituals are enough to please the ever-difficult readers into enjoying another verse of the grand story again.
Okay, Shiner, I think a trip to popping thee ole ego is possibly needed.
Maybe not. Fuck around and find out. Tee Hee.
--Shinerdrinker