I enabled my Blogger-profile with the express purpose of finding out how many posts I had written. Apparently, I have dropped 1,201 precious pearls of wisdom to you, The Masses. You’d think I’d be more popular considering that kind of output.
In those posts, I have written 148,373 words; or, as judging by the nearest book to me, enough for a decent-sized 375 page novel. Of course, it’s taken me 3 1/2 years to write said novel, but genius takes time to ferment… or so I’m told.
I’m not sure if this supports or destroys my semi-dream to be a cult short-story writer, but it does illustrate that I will need a lot of patience to write a full-on book. Three and a half years?! If I were ever to really attempt it, I would anticipate seeing something like this on or about page 24:
…her heaving busom glistening with the sheen of their passion, Angelica slowly slides her hands down Marco’s powerful chest, her fingers playfully dancing around the waistband of his tight jeans. Moaning softly, Angelica…
You know what? Forget it… the butler did it.