Day 2. 23 pages, 7,416 words.
I was going to rush through a part of The Final Feast for weekend pre-posting on Friday, but instead, I’m a lazy arsehole.
This, however, is well worth a blog post of its very own, because it’s hilarious.
 [obligatory ‘arsehole’ joke from The Man With No Arsehole]
Got a few random engagements this weekend, but it’s mostly quiet. Which is nice, because with any luck I’ll get some writing time and I will also get to relax a bit before my mad week begins. It promises to be filled with action and excitement and typos and inconsistency of language.
So, you know, good times.