Currently Revising: How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Trust My Subconscious

Finished the second draft of How To Go Back in Time – Book One. Also currently arguing with my publisher over whether or not to send letters with sex jokes in them to early copy reviewers. Kallisti Publishing is the way!

As it stands right now, I’ve built a good skeleton for the book. What i must do now is rewrite, expand, rewrite, and expand. I just need to add flesh to this bony piece of work, and then polish it with smoothed stone. I’m aiming for it to be around 35k to 40k words. That way readers will sit down and finish it one day–feeling like they just woke up from a bad drug trip. Seriously, that’s your challenge. Sit down, and finish it one day.

I have no idea how long this will take me, but I’m trying to get it done someday soon.

On another note, I’ve created a genre (Sarcasm). This what I like to call “transmissions.” Little poetic interludes in the book that are kinda like weird song lyrics? I don’t know, enjoy.

A TRANSMISSION AFTER RETURNING
FROM THE BOTTOM OF A SWIMMING POOL
And as the child rises, the colors are iridescent.
The sun hovers in the sky calmly caressing the child.
He smiles and swats his hand in the air.
The hills unfurl around him, revealing a happy place.
Now the child has grown old and sits underneath an apple tree.
White hairs tuck out from his chin.
He feels around in his gums for a tooth, and pulls it out.
Then flicks it to the dirt.
With nothing to do but think all his entire life,
He has learned many things.
Number One being that his dad was not good to him.
Number two being that his mom was not good to him.
Number three being that his grandparents were not good to his parents.
Number four being that his great-grandparents,
were not good to his grandparents.
Number five being that there is no accurate model of perfection