If you've made it this far into A Kind of Drug, you should notice I have a penchant for lengthy dialogue. I much prefer conveying character and story through witty banter than through exposition.But when your novel devolves into a one man show, that sort of becomes tough.

Mythmaker II has about 4 lines of dialogue in it and none of it is directed at an actual person. By this point in time, I was finding it increasingly difficult for me to tell the story because all I wanted to do was skim over everything and just get to the part where dialogue starts up again (yes, it happens soon). So, I mostly had to force myself to write this entire portion of the chapter and it was excruciating.

Wait, this has all been way too serious.

Uhhh....taco sauce? Dirty underwear? 

Fuck, I need a drink.