Sorry, guys. I don’t know how he got in here. This isn’t about the first time I saw a dead body. That’s a story for another time. And it wasn’t 1959. It was in this decade, barely… shit, no it wasn’t. I’m old.
Setting: My high school art class.
We were doing free draw (draw what you want day). I don’t remember what I drew, but I remember my teacher’s reaction.
First rule about book club is you don’t talk about book club.
Second rule of book club is you don’t talk about book club.
The third rule in book club, when someone says stop, or goes limp, even if they’re just faking it, the book is over.
Only two guys to a book. One book at a time. Read without shirts or shoes (pants are optional). The books go on as long as they have to. Those are the other rules of book club.
If this is your first night to book club, you have to fight… I mean… book… read.
Now ignore the first and second rules because I want you to talk about book club. Because this is about community and reading and books, and not about eventually moving on to bigger things, such as blowing up buildings. I repeat, this is not at all about blowing up buildings. *wink wink*
So, welcome to book club. If you have any recommendations (About books to read, not about where I can stick “it.” Whatever “it” is.) you can leave them down below or tweet them at me, or facebook, or whatever. Same goes for if you wanna talk about any of the books we’re starting out reading.
And what books are we reading?
Fight Club by Chuck Palahniuk (A reread for me, because why the hell not? This is book club after all.)
So I screwed today up and I’ll never get it back. I sat down to work at 3:39 PM and started strong with a tweet. Followed that up with a quick browse and a pitiful attempt at writing the article I had planned.
So now I’m writing this.
What is this?
A post about procrastination from the world’s leading expert on procrastinating.
I’ve recently received my first beta review and, Dear Reader, I’d like to share that experience with you. My sincerest desire is that my story of survival will give hope to those of you going through similar tragedy.
So begins the review of the first beta review of my book, The Sarimist Loyal. A beta review review if you will. Or critique critique. Whatever you’d like to call it. A rose by any other name still has its thorns and jagged, rotary mandible. All the better for eating up your dreams like a trash disposal.
And, so there is no confusion going forward, this is not a review of the beta below. (Though if it were, I’d have to say it is an excellent specimen, albeit a bit of an asshole.)
(Before we start, you can read January’s (and all past issues) of ARTS Magazine by clicking here. I have an article in there every month so you know they are only accepting the highest of quality! Now, onward!)
My hiatus is over, for real this time. I know, Dear Reader, I’m a flake. But, here and now, I shout my commitment to the void.