I’m out of words, because I’ve started a new book. I don’t want to write the same thing twice because its content is overlapping with this. I want to plough all my resources into the novella. I’m looking forward to my session later by candlelight with a bottle of wine. For years I’ve put off writing at home: Now I’m getting bang into it.
When I start typing up the longhand of my new book, I’ll have no time to blog. I’ve been blitzing this website all year, maybe it is rightfully time I slowed up some. I’m excited to be back in the novella game again. It’s been three years since I finished the last one.
Or rather than leave you hanging without me, I could steer away from my novella and discuss porn and drugs as usual, or mind control, or my cruel hallucinations. But all this and more I want to channel into my new story. I’m always in character now, I see this online endeavour as spreading my skill too thinly, I want to focus solely on my private auto-fiction at home.
I might be away for a while. Please feel free to navigate down the
earlier years of this site if you start feeling nostalgic. I’m sorry, I’m going to miss you, I might keep in
touch with some very short and sweet posts here and there, but I truly am going
to make my new project the go-to sweet spot for me. I can’t be both a blogger and a
novelist, I have to be one or the other.
If anything happens to me, then love always. I tried my best to make this beast a lively read.
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