I am editing The Annual, again. The editor has gotten the round two edits back to me and I'm struggling not to kill myself by sticking a butter knife into the toaster (it would be so much easier, that way I don't have to think "I have no fucking clue why the sick sadistic characters are doing this, they just tell me things"). Then again I would be missing out on the fabulous PopAsia this Sunday (which I live for) and have to deal with the bullshit of the afterlife (heaven, hell, reincarnation, summerland, 72 virgins, what is there? Is Elvis there?).
Stop babbling Klasen. "Sorry, I have to get back to my story so I can publish it soon. Keep an eye out for it around Halloween. And the disclaimer is: everything in The Annual, characters, incidents, locations deaths are all fictitious. Please don't try killing someone with a lighter wand through the eye, it isn't very nice."