Hmm...
My writing space as I'm sitting here right now is an absolute disgrace. But seriously, with my word count, does anyone seriously think I've had time to clean? Hell's bells, I've barely had time to bathe! And shaving? Fuggedaboutit!!!
I have Vince Dicola's Unicron Medley playing in the background. A collection of empty Budweiser bottles fit to grace anyone's Wall of Shame is staring back at me, as are several empty 2liter bottles of Mountain Dew, one mostly full one, an eclectic hodgepodge of chip bags, styrofoam 32oz cups, half a dozen empty Stok Creamer containers, an overflowing ashtray, and my cigarettes, Zippo lighter, and a notepad and pen in addition to my laptop.
Oh yeah. It's a glamour job! (Cackles maniacally)
Best,
J.S. Wayne
"...and when I get done with Wail, I'm going to publish it and send an autographed copy to Laura Miller c/o Salon.com, with her article printed out on bright red paper and covered in X's and O's. Just to make certain she'll remember some of the toes she stepped on...and what those toes are attached to."
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