I’m getting close to the end of the first draft of The Mungk today. I figure I have about a week maybe before a workable version can become the baseline, blasted out of my literary womb like so much flotsam.
And if that appeals to you, well, then fuck. I don’t know what to tell you, weirdo. Birth is horrific and traumatic.
Of course, I wrote it so what does that say about me?
Target: 600 words
Written: 308 words, novella: The Mungk