You spend months of working and wanking over your writing.
Then there is fact checking, editing, and research.
This is done on your own, perhaps with the aide of drink, during late nights and grinding days.
Beign a writer is cool, but it can be a slog, and when you have a deadline, it is a fast annoying slog.
But days like today make it better.
Today, as the snow fell on my part of Londer for the first time this winter, my book arrived.
All printed and lovely.
It is heavier than I thought, which makes it feel more worthwhile to me for some reason. Gives it a sense of authority. You could throw it at people and hurt them.
But I loves it.
I was excited about my last book, but with this one being published by someone else, it feels even better.
It took me hours to even look through it, I was so nervous.
Now I have had a sneaky peak through it, and it feels good and perverse to look through your own book.
Like watching yourself masturbate in the mirror.
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Congratulations!
cheers
You can stop wanking now.
Why would I ever do that?
RSI?
If it hasn’t got to me by now.
I don’t blame you for being excited. I’m excited for you and very proud of your achievement. My son the author!
How come you know what wanking in a mirror is like?
Cause i’ve done it, ofcourse.