Lesson From The Master
I have little to report other than my opinions on the news, and you're as tired of hearing those as I am. I've spent the last two days draining the swamp of my 20s for this book I'm writing, which I guess is my autobiography, though it didn't start out that way. Anyway, it's the autobiography of a selfish weirdo. Those often are amusing, right?
I set a goal of 1,000 words a day, and don't stop writing until I reach that goal. I'm allowed to go over, but I try not to go under. If I do, it's usually at 870 or something, and only then because I've expressed a complete idea. Then all I have to do is string together 90 great 1,000-wiord days, and the book is done. Of course, I've already reached 20,000 words twice, only to cut back to 13,000, and am currently hacking my way through the thicket a third time. So it's not always Carnival, though it's not Carnivale, either. God, that show is horrible.
If you want more insight into how my interesting mind works, I highly recommend you take my satire-writing class through Mediabistro. This will be a rare opportunity to read the private musings of a midlist author trying to fight his way out of the humor racket. Plus, I am a stern no-nonsense guy from the streets who believes that academics comes before fun. I don't want to turn you into writers. I want to turn you into men (and women, ostensibly, but most of the people interested in this satire stuff tend to be men). We'll start out doing basic parody work and gradually move into writing more sophisticated satirical fiction. You can follow the arc of my career in six short weeks. Our operators are standing by.