I've finally got a working ending complete. What a long one this has been! 149 pages currently, 10-15 more or less after a few more weeks of editing.

It's hard to judge the quality of your own work... I hope it doesn't suck too terribly, and I hope that I will be able to afford to actually print as many as I would like (probably not).

It's not too early to complete the outline for the next one, and I think I'll work more on that tonight.

Fuck. I remember when zines were like 28 pages, and had drawings in them. I long for that again, actually. Blissful ramblings like DHC, an ancient little rag, which was more love than labor, but brought up in just the same manner. But quickly, urgently, and with improvised stylistic finesse! This, instead is a switch to the slow and painful, with errors buried blissfully within the text, until they awaken some time after publication.

Indeed, for almost a year and a half I have dealt with every manner of distraction and complication to constipate this latest work, and I am so glad that this shit is essentially 1/3 finished. (write, edit, publish)

ow

hurts so good