I was actually really set to record some music that I thought would be decent. But then I got muscle spasms/cramps in my arms because I am a girly man and will never be governer of California. So instead I did a shitty guitar jam with my crampy arms and then had a go at Jack Bickham’s 38 Common Fiction Writing Mistakes.

Interestingly enough as I was clicking around my tabs this article showed up:

https://getpocket.com/explore/item/how-to-keep-criticism-from-sinking-your-confidence-walt-whitman-and-the-discipline-of-creative-self?utm_source=pocket-newtab

I haven’t read it yet but I’m fairly certain from the volumes in my ex-girlfriends house that Walt Whitman is the cunt who wrote Blades of Grass and punched his editors. I was going to invoke him as the sort of person who wouldn’t give a damn about 38 most common anythings. But temper it by saying O come on, you can’t just shit out whatever you want…

And then I shat out whatever I wanted.

So hail Bacchus and Hail Whitman.

Cheers!