Dude, you guys. I've come to a very startling conclusion. Are you ready for it? The only thing that takes longer than publishing is the justice system.
Who knew I've committed this horrible crime? Something so heinous that I'm forced to wait in my writing cave like it's a solitary confinement, furiously typing stories I hope one day will see the light of day.
Well. I have. And I'm willing to bet that if you're reading this blog, you have too. Someone slap on the cuffs!
Because you've written a book.
Seriously, it takes just as long to build a case against murderers as it does to publish a freaking book.
Am I sick of waiting? Yes. No. Maybe. Whatever. I don't even know anymore.
I've decided to switch my mantra from "Hurry up and wait," to "Hey, at least I didn't kill anybody."
What do you think? Which is faster: publishing or justice? And have you killed anyone lately? (Ha! I have killed fictional people. Maybe that's why I'm being punished so severely! I mean, dude. I'm on, like, death row here.)
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