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.

Today, a shocking turn of events. Beatrice returns from the end of Chapter 1 (click the tag on the right for more information) and ruins the family fortune by spending it all on taco sauce. Can you believe it?

Argentina is lovely, but this country makes me fat. I swear, when I get home, I'm eating nothing but green beans.

And taco sauce.

Hilarity, Part IV is now online and so far, nothing remotely hilarious is going on for Mort Decker and his family. So why is this chapter called Hilarity? Cause I'm a dick.

Though, this is also gonna be another short entry. I have to leave in 45 minutes to catch a plane to Argentina. And, as usual, I haven't packed nor have showered.

That's right. I've somehow found a way to combine a title like "Hilarity" with killing infant children. 

You see my short, one sentence "bio" on the right? Every day I think it just gets a smidge more true.

Tune in next week when I personally punch your grandma in the face.

Oh, and happy Friday the 13th.

Hilarity Part II is now online. And I have a flight to catch in 30 min and have yet to pack and am still in my underwear. Toodle-loo.

As promised, A Kind of Drug returns this week with Chapter 3, Hilarity. And now, you'll have to excuse me. Three nights of only sleeping 5 hours has started to catch up with me. 

Because life happens, Chapter 3: Part 1 will not be posted today, as the normal schedule would've required. I was running very behind in terms of chapter progress and there are three reasons for that:

1) I got terribly sick for about a week or so
2) My brother was in town from LA
3) I scrapped two halfway completed versions of the chapter which wasted about 20+ pages of material

Add all that up, and it's about a month worth of writing time lost. I'm actually still scrambling to try and get myself caught back up. Especially since the trip I'm making to Argentina next month probably won't exactly help my production schedule either. Ah, cest la vie. See everyone next week.