Everybody shut up right now. Shut up. I fucking did it. Thanks to a new "clean" "plant based" energy drink that a promoter gave me at a local music festival, I had both the focus and insomnia to finally edit* and publish some shit to Smashwords. Not normally an energy drink kind of guy, I was unprepared for the effects. It started with a cleanup of my files, finding multitudinous copies of things that I'd forgotten about or thought were lost, and then—was it the panax ginseng extract or the acesulfame potassium that sent my synapses firing?—a firm determination to fulfill my mission of getting all this shit out of my brain and onto Beyoncé's internet overtook me. I sat affixed to my laptop, only breaking concentration to take my old dog outside, and even then I plotted which tale to tackle next.
Y'all should have never let me have access to apps like Canva. The book covers are getting worse and worse and I cackle with every new atrocity. Here are the latest abominations:
As always, my Smashwords author profile is here: https://www.smashwords.com/profile/view/WalkerCFields
So much of what I write is utter bullshit. You kind souls, ye who read my drivel, are the wind beneath my wings. (You and "proprietary plant-based energy blend.") That some of you stuck with me not just through the torture of Stay Away From Her, but the longwinded ramblings of Bunny and whatever the fuck Shouldn't was; it warms the cockles of my sour little heart. And your reward for such loyalty is…more bullshit! Now that I know where to find some of the real weird shit, it's getting thrown onto this blog.
My brain is on fire. Work is gonna suck so bad tomorrow.
*"Edit" might be a strong term for "did a brief check for tense continuity." If you read one of these books and find an error, please email me at acerbicscribbler at gmail, because I can and will update them.
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