Write Write Write

I’m alive. Just on a roll with this whole writing fiction thing.

Tomorrow, dudes.

14 Comments on “Write Write Write”

  1. This, I can deal with. No need to entertain me. Just tell me you’re busy. Heck, you’re a writer, a very good one. Do your thing. When you have time, let the farting around commence. No worries, man.

  2. On one hand:
    Cumulative words of fiction written since 6 July 2010:
    +1,748,950 end of Sep 2012
    -1,697,250 end of Aug 2012
    ==================
    51,700 words fiction written in Sep 2012

    On the other hand, my CPA just asked me to email him my revenue, check by check, from fiction in major markets in 2011, for our late filing by 15 Oct 2012. He is worried that losing about $10,000 a year as an author might red flag my state or federal tax returns again. and was slightly mollified when I told him (he took the place of CPA I’d become friends with over 25 years) how I won 3 of my 4 tax audits, using meticulous records, and NWU/SFWA/MWA-developed statements as to doing everything necessary and customary to earn a profit, but decision by editors and publishers then being out of my control. Being in the program books for worldcons helps me, even if I can never be as great a Toastmaster as you. We’ll talk again if I ever have a best-seller.

  3. Ian Johnson – Santa Cruz, CA – Ian Johnson Facts: ~ Ian Johnson can lift a dump truck over his head. ~ Ian Johnson once beat Gregor Clegane at arm-wrestling. ~ Ian Johnson does not only have two left feet, he also has seven right feet. ~ Ian Johnson's favorite food is fried Cthulhu. ~ Ian Johnson has prehensile hair. ~ Ian Johnson is originally from San Jose, but created Milpitas– WITH HIS MIND. ~ The creation of Milpitas is widely considered to be one of Ian Johnson's worst mistakes. ~ Ian Johnson can have your cake AND eat it too. ~ How is this possible, you ask? Ian Johnson has a door in his stomach wall. ~ Ian Johnson stole a TARDIS and set off on a pan-dimensional crime spree. ~ Ian Johnson once shook hands with Jesus. ~ Ian Johnson is fluent in the primordial language of creation. ~ Ian Johnson is entirely composed of fire, and, like the djinn of old, dwells in the desert, where he devours travelers and leaves their charred bare bones behind as a warning for those who come later. ~ Ian Johnson won the game.
    Ian Johnson

    Scalzi is alive? CURSES! FOILED AGAIN!

    …I mean, good luck with the writing, man.

  4. See, if you’d just gone with my clone plan, there’d be one of you to work on the writing, and another to focus on all the internet frivolity.

    When will people learn?

  5. Scorpius @ 10.36pm: We’ll know who to blame if The Human Division has a sequence similar to:

    “Brains! BRAINS! I must have BRAINS, do you understand!?!” said the President of the Limbic System.

    “Yes sir,” replied the President’s chief brain-getter. “I’ll just brain the nearest brainy stranger, and brain acquire brain his brain that brain way.”

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