Pulling Out the Magic Butt Monkeys, Again
Holy Crap! I did it! Of course, the last, oh, 20K words or so is practically nothing more than a stream of diarrhetic sub-consciousness that more resembles a fever dream than actual, oh, say, grammar. And it’s crap. Well, right now it is. Actually, the first 20K words are actually pretty good, and there’s some decent stuff in the middle, and the ending makes me go all gooey (in a good way, not the diarrhetic way described above, thank goodness). And it’s all about turning eighteen with a bullet – actually, quite a few bullets. And the explosion of a bowling alley, and a few volleyball tournaments, and a moment about fellatio in a shallow river bed. And that’s good reading, isn’t it??
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