I’ve already said everything that I needed to say right now in the title of this here blog post. I’m going to bed, sleep might be the answer; and, in the morning, I’ll work some more on the new manuscript, the one & only manuscript that’s been keeping me up until the early hours of the morning. I think the air tastes better after midnight/right before dawn. I need sleep. Still no title — yet — and as of right now I’m working off of a bare-bones outline, a mere skeleton of a novel that I’m exploiting immensely for my own amusement. This book is already beginning to look like a fucking monster. Writing is fun, eh??
Cheers, and good night…
— Jackson Williams.