Aaaaand breathe

I think the header image is pretty well tweaked by now. Robin McQuay girl will stare into your SOUL!

It's kinda funny, because I have a LiveJournal, and I have another blog (WAY different than this one), and I never keep up with them. So why will I keep up with this one? Hum. I have a plan. A sort of take-over-the-world type plan. No, not really. It's smaller and simpler than that.

I just wrote a book. I'm kind of impressed with myself, but only in a "wow I can't believe I actually stuck it out this time" sorta way. Not like "holy crap I'm the new Hemingway" or anything.

Anyway. It was an arduous process, and not for the faint of heart. It literally hurt at times--I tend to type like a crazy person banging away at the keyboard, and some days my hands felt like they were on fire. I miss my old school "natural" keyboard. You know, the one that looks like Salvador Dali got ahold of it? Yeah...that's the one.

I have one like that for my old PC, and I like it. Scoff if you will, but Dali knew his stuff. I mean, geez, have you seen his movies? Go Google it. I'll wait.

Hum. Guess I shoulda warned you about the eyeball thing. It was a cow's eye, so that nice lady is fine.

But I digress. I posted a lot on Twitter and FB while I was writing my book, because they were right there on my phone, all convenient and whatnot, but I'd like to devote more of my energy to telling the story of writing here. I don't mean telling the story of my book--that's what the book's for--but more the experience of writing it.

A lot of people want to write books, and on the surface it looks sorta easy. Really, though, it's pretty frakkin hard. Yeah, I just said "frakkin". So?

The hardest part for me was the title. That sounds ridiculous, but up until...hum, right before I wrote the last chapter...I had no title. Even now, I'm not 100% committed to the title I chose. It just stuck in my head, and nothing else sounded right. So I guess that's its name.

The Dark Man's Son. My first book. What a trip.