Day 47. 153 pages, 71,055 words.
With apologies, I am heavily caught up in the writing right now so haven’t had time for blog projects. I hope to get a chance to write a Chucky Report from the weekend, and continue The First Feast soon.
I just took on responsibility for a pile of backup work on my project – that is, my day job – so that’s going to eat up more of my energy and brain-power too. Still, should be fun.
In the meantime, I want to share with you something that my esteemed cousin-in-law Ville shared with me in the small hours of Sunday morning. This was when he and I were the last men standing at Bar Äijä’s after the Fergunakil release party, although we were sitting, not standing. He sent me to YouTube and this was the result.
Surreal, and scary, and even more fucked up when you’re drunk and kicking into your 24th consecutive hour of wakefulness. I dare you to watch them all.