What's up, kids? Did you miss me? Yeah, I know you did, don't act all tough, like you got along just fine without me.
So I made it through November, I did all that National Novel Writing Month stuff, and although I didn't end up with a ready-to-sell novel, I hit the mark and then some, and I ended up with something that I don't want to vomit when I read.
And considering how hard it is for me not to vomit (or read), I think that counts as a success.
So what do we got goin' on for this month?
Well, there's Christmas of course. So there are all sorts of festivities and parties and all that. Although honestly, I'm just going to spend a lot of my time going through withdrawals. That whole "drunk novelist" thing? I like it. But I'd be lying if I said it hasn't taken its toll on me.
So maybe big Daddy Ray gonna spend some time crying at Massengill commercials or billboards about opening a bank account with your son, because withdrawals are a bitch. So what, though? Not like I was planning on spending my time doing anything more productive than that.
Oh, hey, I might try to get my computer working, this month. The netbook has been a badass little device for the last month, but I want my porn on a full screen, you know what I'm sayin'?
Maybe I'll write something about what I learned as I tried to be a real writer. Maybe I'll write some rant about how traffic turns to absolute donkey shit after Thanksgiving, for some reason.
You can't tell with me, not right now.
So let's just focus on the important things, okay? You're here, and I'm here, and right now, that's enough.
Happy December, Strangelanders, thanks for being here.