Networking and Jazz Hands

Deadline my butt. This is why I haven't made it as a writer yet. No matter what ridiculously mad skillz one may have in writing, if one doesn't subject one's self to deadlines, one's writing skillz are rendered jack crap.

And yes, that's skillz with a "Z." Whole other class bracket than "skills." No one wants those anymore. Having skills is like having an associates degree. But toss a Z in there and you might as well tack a PhD onto your name. And grow a really sophisticated mustache.

I'm writing my second novel. I'm still sitting on my first one. Joel's been giving me stellar opportunities to promote writing and I really have meant to do it, I really have, I swear. But it involves a lot of research and one must have ample time to research and still maintain enough wit to write something sassy (insert jazz hands). So for the sake of helping out my buddy...

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There. Now can someone please publish a sister? Gosh!