Well, that’s a start isn’t it? In for a penny, balls to the wall and other such shite. The prologue is the start (obviously) of a story that’s been knocking around my head for a long auld time, changing bits and pieces over that time, so I figured it would be best to get it down now before I forget the best bits and end up writing a load of nonsense that goes nowhere. It’s barely organised, and I don’t know how to finish it yet, but I suppose that’s all in the writing of it innit?
Anyways, as I sit here in Bordeaux listening to the noise from some festival that has to do with floods as far as I can tell, doing this to stave off the first beer, which will be fecking soon I can tell you, I just wanna “ax” you a favor and read it and tell me what you think. Be gentle, I’ve got sensitive skin and I’ve just shaved my head.
Balls to fireworks by the way.
The Blue Ridge Project: A Novel
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