Just finished writing the first chapter of my book.
It's likely garbage.
But I have officially started writing the goddamn book I have been trying to write for the last two years.
Let it be written, let it be known, on this the 8th of November, in the year of our Lord 2020, I started writing a thing.
That makes it official official.
I really do think it's garbage though.
That's not false modesty.
But better something on the page than nothing.
So here goes nothing.
Gonna try to write at least a little every day.
Short chapters. It's manageable.
No risk no reward.
Sweep the leg, Johnny.
Marty, we've got to get Back to the Future.
Alright.
Don't know what else to say.
I'll stop now.
3:19 p.m. - 2020-11-08
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