Enough time has passed. It’s time to tackle Imaginary Bebop.
I read a list of “things writers do” the other day, the type of list that always pisses me off because there is this idea growing like the blob on the Internet that only a set group of people who have conformed to a certain set of behaviors, and bookmark the same blogrolls, could dare call themselves writers. They must always read, always write, always talk about why they write, always suck up to agents on their blogs, follow the same …

For a while I’ve been working on a plan to self publish my first novel, The Host. I’ve designed the cover and have been trying to do one last edit on the work. But it’s been a slow process.
The reason: Every time I look at it I want to change too much, and it’s taking up the little free time I have right now to create new, and better works. At the same time, my second novel, Imaginary Bebop, which has a much stronger narrative, I haven’t touched since I …

It’s been one of my goals this year to self publish my first novel, The Host, which means I have to come up with a final draft. That’s not easy, since for years I have been unable to read it without wanting to change things.
Finally, though, I think I have finished fiddling with the first chapter, which I’ll post below. Any criticism is welcomed. And If you spot a grammatical error or typo I have overlooked, don’t be silent.
Chapter 1
I am a story.
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The year two thousand was a fawn. It …