…trying to get my novel off the ground, John C. Wright is cranking out great works of fiction. He wrote to place a well-deserved boot on my butt to get me going (he does this periodically out of a sense of noblesse oblige and a brotherly encouragement of my very nervous foray into fiction), so I naturally tried to turn the tables on him with a classic distraction in order to maintain current levels of laziness:
I thank you for this boot in the butt. It is needed and will, I hope, be heeded. I have the first part of the book outlined in my brain. After that, things are fuzzy. My idea is to write out what I have and see where it goes.
So, is there some way I can now cleverly turn this into a tu quoque and put you on the spot for a new novel? Or are you one of those people who is already diligently at work and leaving me with no excuses or hiding places for my sloth?
To which the wretch replied:
*POOF* If you go out to Barnes and Noble tonight, this very night, you will see my new novel, JUDGE OF AGES, on the bookshelves. It just came out this month.
I am working on two novels right now, the next in my ‘Count to the Eschaton’ sequence called THE VINDICATION OF MAN, and a Christian time-travel fantasy called SOMEWHITHER.
Lent is an excellent time to be reminded of the fact that I suck. Also to read John C. Wright’s excellent fiction.