Untitled Super Duper Journaling Entry

It’s 2:30 AM, and I’m pretty sure I pulled a muscle in my side by hitting the bong too hard. I recently got gifted this huge fuckin’ jar of weed and went through it in three months. It’s been eight months since the SWU interview and I’m still getting fan mail. Apparently, therapists are passing me to their clients. Wrong move…? But, hey, if the pattern continues I should get more fan mail two months from now.

Crack the Skye by Mastodon is what’s blaring on my bass-boosted speakers right now. I’m in my garage, and it’s basically my den of iniquity. There’s a box of Sunset Blush wine on my shelf that’s, like, eight months old. There’s three bags of tobacco. And there’s a couple dumpsters full of energy drink cans. Then the occasional six-pack lying around. Recently, in a hometown newspaper article, the journalist actually saw my garage and took pictures of me writing in there. We’re not gonna talk about that.

But fun fact: Crack the Skye is what I was listening to when I was 16, and smoking my first joint. It was there I had the idea for How to Go Back in Time. So I started the manuscript, got 33k words deep into it, and decided it was too ambitious and scrapped it. So then I went back to an old idea I had of a group of kids on road trip. I had written multiple versions of it, but could never find what would make it sing.

Then I had the idea to add drugs into the mix. Seven manic months later, I had a finished novel and sent it to the guy at Kallisti Publishing. He turned down the offer for publication, but granted me something better later down the road. A book series deal. Eventually, I dig up the old manuscript for How To Go Back in Time and ask if he wants to redo this project. He says yes. He says this is “just for practice” and that “I’ll be happy if we sell 100 copies.” I may or may not prove this man wrong. I don’t know. Hell, I don’t even know if I’m speaking to the void right now.

So yeah, How To Go Back in Time is part of a book series deal I have. I don’t wanna say too much about it as so much of it is fluid, and could be changed. But it’s essentially a creepy, metaphysical detective novel where a guy talks to a corpse that’s actually his spirit guide.

Nearly halfway through the second draft of book one now.