I think I'm going to make myself a nom de plume and write a random novel that'll be written as beautiful crap. Like this line:
"Sometimes it seemed like the night would never end as if the darkness would linger forever until finally passing after growing tired of squatting over the faces of men."
Do you really want to do this face down on the pavement like this?...Ok... I'm ok. I'm at work. Been pulling 10 hour days. HOW ARE YOU, YA FUCKIN' PERV?
You didn't answer my question, but touche. With an accent mark that I'm too lazy to produce. YOU GET THE IDEA, I LAUGHED A LITTLE MAYBE IN MY MIND SILENTLY.
I will post up the parts as I write them. Then I will take them offline and try to sell the work to a publishing house. Or maybe I'll sell it online. I'll make ka-ching!illions.
YOU SHOULD TRY TO MAKE A REALLY CONTAGEOUS (See: VIRAL) BLOG AND GAIN A SMALL FOLLOWING BEFORE TRYING TO GET PUBLISHED. BE ALL, SEE PUBLISHERS? MY FANS, THEY'RE WAITING.
Except that I already have such a blog. Sure, it has no content on it yet but it will eventually. So hah! This perv already had that idea and ran with it so fast they called him the anti-christopher reeve.