Day Five of the Writing Binge has arrived! Twisted Intent is now the required minimum length. The 17k mark was reached yesterday despite…
1.) A spite-filled, inward-directed, drawn and quartering of myself phone call to my mother. Vile stuff was vomited out on her shoes, people. As always, she deserves a heck of a lot better than what I lay at her feet.
2.) The overnight docking of the Good Year Blimp in my right sinus cavity.
Endurance is apparently the name of the game with this project.
I wonder, is it too late to petition for a title change?