Am I A Real Boy Now?

It is imperative, critical, crucial, and all the other super-important adjectives that every writer participate in NaNoWriMo. If one doesn’t, then the title of ‘wannabe author’ is seized from them by force, and they may also have to forfeit a pint of blood.

Anyways, I didn’t participate in NaNoWriMo.

But I am participating in #PitMad! So that means something. I think. I made some hasty edits to my tweet-pitch and unleashed that sucker 9:30am EST. If nada, then I’ll make some more hasty edits and send again in 4 hours, rinse-and-repeat one last time after that. Wish me luck.

Also, I am indeed officially late for the second Poetic Narrative to hit the website, but fret not–it shall be soon. The Florida Men reunited for no less than a shot at the governor’s mansion, meaning there was the fun task of balancing the absolute horror shit-show that is Florida politics with some semblance of comedy, and I’d like to make sure I got it right. (Or close enough, anyways.)

If you want to follow along with a bumbling fool navigating #PitMad, give me a follow on the ol’ Twitter. Otherwise, don’t mind me, I’m just sitting here staring at my Twitter notifications tab.

Till next time y’all.

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