I have decided to try and write a novel. Just to up the stakes a little, I have decided to make it a wrestling novel. And because misery loves company, I have decided to make it an all-dialogue novel. (For the record, I need to write 50, 000 words for it to be considered a novel.)
Naturally, this is destined to be a disaster. But hopefully, it will be a hair on fire, gas pedal pushed to the floor, trying to jump the Grand Canyon and not quite making it failure.
And the failure should be public, because I intend to post the chapters here on the w. (Chris, Guru is this is a bad idea and you object please let me know.)
I hereby appoint BREW as chief nagger of the me in order to get this project finished.
Feedback as this fiasco drags on is naturally encouraged...
Assuming Chris and Guru give their blessing, I accept the position of Chief Nagger Of The Llakor. I hereby swear to do the best nagging I can in order to assist Llakor in accomplishing this monumental task. Good luck, dude, I wouldn't bet against you.
First off, congratulations to Kim and CRZ on their upcoming wedding, and thank you to CRZ for the year or two that I was here, reading and (very occasionally) writing for [slash] wrestling. Booker Tio and Mr. Whyspyr will be missed. Well, let's get to it....