The first seven chapters went through an extensive process of being written, being disowned by their writer, then being written again, severely critiqued, subjected to several linguistic facelifts and liposuctions, and finally blessed by Our Lady of 420 before it eventually became something I’d be proud to put my nom de plume on. The next few chapters, which tell the tale of how Florys MacNab defeats her adversary the Wart and Mustache, is presently undergoing a similar process. It’s reaching the end of that process now; merely a few temporary appendages need to be shed before that particular segment of the eldritch corpus of the beast is ready to emerge. I’m not sure when it will though; this beast sometimes has a mind of its own.
Six Strings and a Funky Pickup 