I've been tidying the blog for visitors.
Eventually, I'll plug a book that's going to appear for the Kindle. Non-fiction. About dementia, and my experience of caring for someone with that.
This is all fresh and new and exciting, and I'm thrilled to announce this great project...
That's how writers are meant to talk on their fucking blogs. Well, I'm having fucking none of it. Fuck that shit, fuck the horse it rode in on, and fuck the hearse it leaves in.
This is my own personal spaghetti fucking western, and I'm here to shoot the fucking shit out of anything that comes down the dusty fucking street.
I believe in foreshadowing. You drop a hint in a story, and that hint pays off later.
Earlier in the blog archive, I wrote about days blending into one another. That was foreshadowing. I imagined every day as a Monday. With good reason. How could I cope with dementia, as a writer turning into a carer?
Same way I cope with all other aspects of reality. I write about shit.
Now I won't fucking lie to you. I'm in the midst of writing a book about dementia. There's a lot of swearing in it. This book might end up being the sweariest dementia-themed book out there.
I keep kicking fucks out of the fucking text. To give you a fucking idea of what the fuck I am doing, I write these fucking sentences about this fucking thing or that fucking thing.
Then I fucking go the fuck back in to squeeze the fucking fucks out of fucking sentence after fucking sentence. And the fucking writing you fucking end up with is the fucking writing you fuckers are fucking reading right the fuck fucking now.
Fucking just so you fucking know.
At the last fucking minute I'll have to decide to fucking publish or to fucking run a fucking find and fucking replace. I'll leave all the fucks in. Or I'll take fuck out and put XXXX in there instead.
My biggest fucking problem is going to be choosing a fucking word to act as a fucking stand-in. It might just be fucking easier to leave all the fucking in.
Anyway. I'm writing this fucking book about fucking Alzheimer's. And non-Alzheimer's. Do I publish in swearing or non-swearing?
Time will fucking tell.
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