A Cigarette Paper's Thickness, by G.R. Buchaillard-Davies
|Coming soon to a waste-paper|
basket near you...
1) I will be sporting facial hair for no discernible reason
2) I will pretend to write a novel so I can feel better about myself
I do myself a disservice - I'm growing facial hair because I like it.
Anyway, just so you know and are not *titter* disappointed at the lack of activity on this blog in the next thirty days, I shall be beavering away, re-reading my manuscript, removing most of the curse words and cutting down on the gratuitous verbosity in an attempt to craft a passable ebook, for self-publishing in the not-too-distant future. Indeed, I've already mocked up a cover design. What larks! Cart before the horse as always.
Should you feel motivated to support my Kickstarter campaign, please note I haven't got one. Instead, please harass and harangue me at every opportunity so that I am suitably motivated, and if you do want to throw your cash around, then there are far more worthy causes than me and my hirsute face. This chap, for example: