Failure of the Day: Oh, Right. The Grindstone.

And so ends our delightful little Vay-Kay. I didn't have as much time off from work as Chris but then again, even when I'm working I wear pajamas all day so I can't really complain. Well, I can, but I won't, at least right now.

So I'm back to the routine of scrounging up as many billable hours as I can, shvitzing my arse off at the YMCA, and struggling with the Dentistry chapter of my novel, which I have been working on for nearly the entire month. I am grateful to Martin Amis's Experience for helpful pointers in this area. He seems to be the reining authority on literary mouthwork. I confess to poking no small amount of fun at him in the past for having the audacity to index his memoirs, but that very index has turned into quite the useful tool.

I also have quite a lot of time to write as Joe birthday present to Chris was Star Wars Galaxies, which I gather is something of the shit. Chris chose to be a Wookie and wanders around on Naboo for hours on end gaining experience points by killing small animals. He's a pretty cute Wookie, too, all fancy in the sunglasses your character gets if you bought the deluxe edition.

So at this rate I should finish this draft…lets say by the end of August, shall we? I know I said it would be the end of July, but this time I really, really mean it. Be forewarned: if you are reading this, chances are that I will be hitting you up to read the thing and point out the places that suck.