Tears And Tear Gas

Well, I hate to say it, but it was another goalless final for Liverpool FC in the Champions League. I was rooting for them, especially on the back of the treatment their fans endured at the hands of the stadium security, which ensured the LFC fans had to wait patiently for hours in a tightly packed bottleneck, only to be called criminals and have their children pepper sprayed and gassed. These things no longer surprise me. Pressure and neglect seem to be the theme of 2022. More pressure, more punishment, more unbearable situations, and make them pay hard cash for it all. There’s no end to it.

Speaking of which, I’ve found me new dream job, something new to aspire to – Peter Foley, Member of Parliament. It might take a while, but someday I hope to take a table with the big league slobs, so I too can drink all day, break the rules and give all my friends million-pound contracts. If you can’t beat ’em, join ’em, right? Let’s all be yuppies in the boys club and charge everything to the expense account. All we need to do is make the taxpayer suffer so much they can’t possibly pay attention to all the bullshit we get up to. Writing is dead, politics is the new gravy train. And why not? If I try hard enough, and train properly, I’m sure I could be as morally bankrupt as a Tory.

My editor has returned the Mika Ito manuscript. praise be. I won’t have the time to look at the report or the MS for at least another ten days, due to The Shelter’s re-edit taking several lifetimes to complete, but I scan read the editors comments. Here’s a sample:

“Overall, fantastic”. And in regards to pacing, “You did a really smashing job on this front”, and characters, “Excellent”. There’s much more to the report and not all of it will be glowing. There will be some home truths that will be hard to hear, but it’s a good start.

I’m sure there’s much more work for me to do to make Mika Ito a killer novel, and ultimately you’ll be the judge, come September (which is the tentative launch date).

Oh, boy, is it June already?! Did someone hit fast-forward on this year? Slow it down, for crying out loud. There’s still too much to do, and I’m wasting the summer on a crippling writing schedule which keeps in doors pretty much 24/7. Make it stop, because the train is in full runaway mode, but hopefully it’ll be worth it and I trust you to let me know if it was when these books finally see the light of day. I’m counting on you, damnit.

I better go. I have several manuscripts wielding baseball bats and threatening to break my arms if I don’t get back to work. If you’re reading this, send help.


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