And so it came to pass that Kix totally murdered Cheerios
Writing a book… is hard. Harder than I had anticiapted anyway. When I write a song I occasionally have an idea of where it’s going to go, but most of the time I just have an idea, or come across an idea while just messing around, and build on it until *tadah!* a new song is birthed into world, wet, screaming, and resembling a lizard that was just run over by a truck.
Unfortunately I started the book the same way I start a song. Now that I’m well into the book I’m realizing all kinds of plot problems that don’t line up, and the only way to fix them is goign to make the book boringer (boringer?… more boring….?). Oh, well. Maybe next time I’ll just go for a short story instead of a friggin novel!
Btw, our next show is opening for Hannah Montana in Denver next month, so you should all come out and… no wait….. that’s probably pretty much not even true.