A seventeen year old boy set out to write his second novel.
It was better than his first, and some people figured it could be published. It got shopped around a bit by him, and later by an agent, and eventually fell into the category of ‘well, this isn’t getting published.’
Being in that category, an older and wiser agented but unpublished author decided that it would make a good foray into the world of self-publishing by e-book. But, being responsible, occasionally sane, and by gods not seventeen anymore, he decided to try and edit it.
That seventeen year old was an idiot. He loved the sentence structure of “,then stuff happened.” He thought naming a major country “The Land” as it was the only deal going was a brilliant idea. He was obsessed with never using the word ‘said.’
My “I’ll spend some evenings on this while my girlfriend puts together a cover for the e-book” project has eaten half of August. It will likely continue into September, despite a new job, a new accounting class, and the release of Deus Ex: Human Revolution.
When I’m done, I may have turned that idiot seventeen year old’s “masterpiece” into something I’m willing to let loose on the internet with my name on it.
Maybe. We’ll see. That seventeen year old was pretty dumb.
“Oh yes, I’m still alive.”
(cookie for the reference)