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Last night I typed the two greatest words ever to wrap up 50 chapters of my life. “The end” has never been so satisfying.
They certainly didn’t come without price: the past six days have been spent in near seclusion. My meals have consisted of swigs of Jack, handfuls of tortilla chips, and Orbit spearmint gum. (I switched to Orbit when I ran out of pen caps to mangle. Damn oral fixation. I would have made one hell of a smoker.) Aside from a Thursday night outing at my local rock club that I’m unofficially dubbing the, “Four chapters left, several shots to go” celebration, I’ve barely left my writing perch.
The result is a book that has been five years in the making: “Morning Neurosis is the true story of a girl trying to reconcile her rock n’ roll roots with reality.” Or at least, that’s what I’ll tell the publishers I plan to shop the book to.
My apologies to those whom the words ring too true. But this is my story, and, as I’ve said many times: be careful around writers, nothing is ever entirely off the record.
Enjoy, and look for the sequel, Afternoon Psychosis, coming soon!
J
PS – new blog coming soon, I promise! Until then, enjoy the picture. And yes, those are my boobs.
