Stiff

So, I pretty much just got told that my book sucks. I need a stiff drink, and possibly some sort of biological outlet, then I'm back to writing what I sincerely believe to be a good story. I'm thinking; fuck the mainstream publishing road, George Lucas didn't need Fox to make Star Wars the most awesome story ever told.

So here's my plan:
1) Get Drunk.
2) Wake up.
3) Sit in front of the computer.
4) Write.
5) Write.
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9.9x10^99) Finish.

In related news: I hate the elderly.