I have hit my first bona fide wall of the weekend. What the hell?
It was going so well.
Not panicking. I'm printing the book so far, and reading it in the tub and having a hot soak.
That should unstick my cramping brain.
And yes, loyal reader Gordon Jensen, I have already tried "jerking it".
No dice.
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Have a man walk into the room with a gun.
G-
Every cocksucker in the fuckin' room is already armed. What's one more fuckin' shooting iron.
Like pissing in the wind.
Thanks anyhow, Shakespeare.
-HP
Okay, have a man walk into the room without a gun.
G-
Have someone faint.
I just did it in my book.
Fainting is gold. Don't argue.
If I had me some members of the gentler sex in this particular room, I'd be so inclined.
Sadly as neither Harry nor the crazy fucking polack Wojeck brothers are wearing fucking corsets, and the Wojecks are already dead as fucking doornails, I don't see it happening.
A man and two corpses, you say. It practically writes itself.
You're purely fuckin hilarious.
Writes itself. Jesus. You wanna trade books?
As it happens, I just had a member of the fair sex walk in. She ain't a fainter though.
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