|Starting September off with a BANG|
I'm thinking of patenting it, along with my Book of Secrets, 'How to be a Self-Starter'. It's so secret I don't even know what's in it, myself. In fact, it doesn't exist. Well, it does, but only in the darker reaches of my celleb...cereb...whatever. The part of my brain that deals with that kind of thing. What kind of thing? The Kind of Thing that Will Never Happen, Not Even in a Million Years.
Last month's N.P.C. got scrunchled up and flung in the bin, and I expect this one will, as well.
Who ARE these bastards that actually manage to write novels? Especially ones that get published! They can fuck right off. Sorry and all that, but they can.
I'm off to have a fag.