The email problem

My email account is messed up. I cannot access it. I cannot read any of the emails that came in yesterday or today. I am frustrated.

For now, if you need to contact me use:

mroverby08@yahoo.com

or nathanctyree@gmail.com

Convergence

Two strands are trying to pull together in a strange way. It’s like quantum entanglement in silk sheets. I am hopeful.

Fucking the page

I realized why it wants to go in multiple directions. I am breaking the concept of the novel; trashing convention; fucking the page. I may have stumbled into doing something new, and doing it twice.

My cock is swollen.

Someone has to help with that.

Has the novel hit a wall?

Yes. It has. But this isn’t the wall I am used to. This wall splits it up. I currently have two drafts going, running in two different directions. I don’t know if they will converge, or if I’m accidentally writing two different novels.

My brain is such a weird thing.

Looking out

Since the blog posts about wanting a publisher to find me, I’ve gotten some interesting emails. Nothing that would count as real “interest” yet, but some fascinating questions.

I feel whole and clean.

I need a dominatrix to force me to my knees

Tom Waits and Charles Bukowski Fistfight in Hell (the ebay inspired novel that I blog about here) is coming along. Very soon I will want to find a publisher interested in a strange, twisted, sad novel with a little internet buzz behind it. If you run or work for an indie press (or want to start one) email me at nathanctyree@gmail.com —

put something about Waits or Bukowski in the subject line.

Don’t make me beg.

A tiny bit of that buzz is here