The Chris Bell book isn't coming out this month. "Winter 2017" what the fuck. It's all I had to look forward to be sane about. That and the Magnolia show later this month. The podcast is coming. i can't in good conscience call it a podcast. I'll have to come up with another word. It's only me bitching into a microphone. The first few are shite and no post-able, but it's getting there. I'm working my way to the present as I've got a backlog now.

I have to force myself to finish this short story now. It's so hard. As I began it with an inspiration in mind, and now that's changed. i read it now and I think it's cheesy. I'm not sure if it's me or perhaps I have seen the truth in it's gestation. Who knows. But I promised myself I would post the first part this month. This week I think. I want a solid 10 pages done before I release it. It's a horror. the first part is all set-up though. So it's dumb. I guess I should to see if I can. Who knows why, I have to find a why though. The why has disappeared. So I need a new one.

Talks about laying his head on a fucking train track here. Whoa...