So I was feeling all ill and gross yesterday and didn’t post anything, breaking my 16-day streak. Bummer. But never mind. These things happen. Frankly 16 days in a row is better than I thought I’d do.

 

I haven’t written much of anything apart from blog posts, because I am a terrible human being, so I’m casting around thinking of what to post this week and wonder if it’s time to post another chapter of New York Sour. Then I discover I haven’t posted any of it in over six months. Most of you probably have no idea what I’m even talking about. New York Sour is the novel I wrote one NaNoWriMo about a Private Eye and the dame he’s investigating. I started posting up the odd chapter, editing it on the fly, and as such I don’t expect it to make any sort of sense as a whole. But that’s fine! Any time things are twisted and confused I shall claim the narrators are unreliable, probably drunk, with memories like a sieve. I want to make some major changes as I go, but I don’t know what those changes are at this point.

 

I named my PI John, because of this song, and the line:

“And when you kiss that girl goodnight, there in her red dress streaming,

do it carefully,

good Burgundy upon the tongue.

For she will kill you, John,

and one must always kiss one’s killer.”