What the hell, man?

Okay, so, I'm working on this story, right? And it's supposed to be a short story for my Dirty Shorts series. Just a hot little ditty. But no. These two guys just won't play nice. They keep demanding more. Now it's getting longer and I just... What the hell, man? Why can't my characters listen to me and do what I say? I'm supposed to be freaking GOD to you guys!


Anyway, I didn't want you to wonder what the hell I've been doing over here all this time. I had a plan and, well, it just didn't happen the way I thought it would. C'est la vie.

Maximum Effort!

No, it's not a real book. I've just been struggling with the one I'm writing so I'm looking for distractions. In Long Haul, Jody finds a book in Ryker's truck called Rimjob Rob. I thought I would give it a cover. Clearly, I need therapy.

I don't often talk about my process because, frankly, who cares, but this is what it feels like to work on my current novel:

Yeah. That sums it up better than anything I could ever say. Or type, rather. Still, I will take solace from my spirit animal, Deadpool, and give it the very best I can. Sally forth!