It’s 6a.m. Saturday.
I got drunk on craft beers with my friends at a local bar, came home and passed out on my bed, woke up and didn’t know who I was.
God I love the weekend.
But on to what is important… The question you all want to ask me…
“Evan, where the fucking hell is book 3?”
The answer is… 65,000 words.
Wait, no. That’s the wrong answer. I mean, It’s on my laptop. In my laptop. Backed up on another thing. Because if I lost the manuscript at this point I’d probably just die.
I am really, really excited about this book. I truly can’t wait to get it into your hands. I’m gonna batman into your house and drop it on your face and ghost out of there. I promise.
It’s probably going to be around 80,000 words. So it’s pretty damn close. After that I have to edit it, and then that shit will be fresh AF blastin’ out on the ‘Zon.
I want to have it published by the end of February. I just need my job to calm the fuck down so I can get to grinding on this thing every day again.
Out of random drunken curiousity, I wanna know: What do you think book 3 is going to be about? What do you want to see in book 3 more than anything?
OK BACK TO BED LOL