After I finished reading On Writing by Stephen King in mid-October, I decided I liked the way that America’s bestselling author wrote. Next time I stopped at Half-Priced Books, I loaded down with over a dozen of his books and stumbled back home.
Honestly, I jumped order on my First-In First-Out queue for this. There are so many other books I should be reading first. But then
(what’s six hours on a vacation going to hurt?)
Oh God, the stream of consciousness interjections have started. And is that blood trickling down my thigh? Oh Christ Almighty, my anus is bleeding!