So many books, so little time

In my recollection, I’ve written 20 books in my lifetime. Proper books, mind you. Fully-rendered stories with a beginning, a middle, and an ending. Sometimes with chapters, sometimes just one long unending stream of consciousness. Most of them were pretty terrible. Clumsily ambitious and committing all manner of atrocities on the English language.

Of those 20, zero have been published. I can remember them all, and it’s probably for the best.

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