Yeah, I could make excuses. And they'd be really good ones, too. Upon hearing them you'd feel a surge of sympathy for me and shake your head and ask yourself in a quiet and sad voice, "Really, how could a person be expected to do all that writing in the midst of X, Y and Z? Frankly I'm amazed that he made it to 27,000 -- it's nothing short of heroic."
Gosh guys, that's nice of you say, but 'heroic'? That's just too much.
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In real writing news: I'm still looking forward. Still got my eyes on the prize and all that. With Nano 2010 now a part of history, I'm setting Oneironaut aside once again, and going back to editing Talonshale. And I shall not stop until it is squeaky clean and glittering like a pubescent vampire in the sunshine.
Also, I've made the decision to self-publish one of my older projects. Not because I've embraced the notion that self-publishing is the road to fame and riches, but purely for the artistry of it. The book is pretty much my favorite out of all my old stories, and it is one that my agent has "released the rights" to, so I've partnered with a very talented lady who's going to illustrate it for me. She's done some amazing work so far, and I'd love to share it with you blog types, but first I should ask her permission.
In other news, don't actually call me 'Loser McLosey'. It hurts.