I think of a few of you have actually started to read these posts. Which means I'm gonna have to start paying attention what I say in here. Which sort of sucks. You're all assholes.
I'm not off to a good start, am I?
Whatever. Acceleration begins today. It contains more cheery, uplifting prose that's lighthearted and ends with a positive message. And bunnies. Lots and lots of bunnies.
Of course, I'm lying again. At least one person dies. And other people have inappropriate sex. Some become criminals.
So, once again, enjoy the Friday pick-me-up. Yay!
To quote one of my favorite authors:
"Writing is a job for people who like punching themselves in the face, I'm pretty sure."
A lot of times, writing can be very frustrating. Even doubly so since it's all frustration that you're giving yourself. It's not like your boss is coming in and screwing up your day. When something goes wrong with what you're writing, it's your own fault. Which, yeah, kind of feels like you just punched yourself in the face.
Hilarity was definitely one of these cases. After brainstorming and writing for a month, I realized everything I wrote was crap. I went back to the drawing board and created the chapter as you all know it. But I save everything I write, even if I consider it unusable. So, today I don't give you new material, but alternate reality material. I have posted what I wrote of Hilarity v1.0 along with the 2.5 pages of brainstorming notes that would become Hilarity v2.5 (v2.0 was ever so slightly different and simply got written over rather than saved as a separate file).
And now, it's time to make myself a sandwich. Good day.
A Kind of Drug's longest chapter - Hilarity - concludes today with Part VII. As usual, nothing even remotely hilarious happens over the course of the few pages. Why name the sickest and most depressing piece of work I've ever written 'Hilarity'? Cause I'm a dick, that's why.
Maybe I'll write a chapter called Bunnies & Roses where people just get continually poked in the eye. Sounds about my speed.
Hilarity Part VI is now live and is notable for two reasons. One, it arguably contains the most disturbing single page of story I've ever written in my life. And two, it is the first bit of story posted since my birthday yesterday which has made me an old as fuck grandfather.
I'm gonna go order pad thai and then drown myself. Toodles.