So, I work at this website. You know this website. The one you’re reading this on. I feel I have a loaded gun and no idea how to fire it. Sophie and Scott, they make art. They use this website to showcase their art. That’s something I can get behind. Art enriches and expands the mind and all that. Yes, even the Bad Dudes general guy. Your mind is enriched by him.
It’s a little harder to put a bead on what it is that I do. Am I contributing anything? I write a lot. I mean, I haven’t added it up exactly, but most of my articles come in at around 1000 words. That’s usually where I just give up and stop writing. I’ve written a little over 65 articles. So, I’ve plugged away at the keyboard and generated around 65,000 words? That seems like too much, some of my posts are just drawings. Let’s skim 10,000 words. 55,000 words that I have pooped into the internet. That blows my mind. With only the bare minimum of Googling (fuck you Bing) I’ve found that in a normal format novel holds between 400 and 500 words. That’s 110 pages. That’s 14 less pages than Albert Camus’ The Outsider. I don’t think anyone would buy my book. ↓ Read the rest of this entry…
