Hi Friends. So you're gonna need some context for this madness. When I was 11, I wrote a novel. Okay, I wrote 30,000 words and called it a novel. But you know, still impressive for an 11-year-old. It was the first Big Thing I accomplished and I'm still really proud of it even though it was, and I cannot stress this enough, utter garbage. Amazingly, I still have the manuscript saved in a Google drive. It is called The Swordbearer , a title so heinous I can barely utter it aloud, and I re-read it recently for the waves of nostalgia and to have a good laugh about it. As I scrolled through all 100 pages (Sans Serif, 14pt - I was determined to get those triple digits, okay???) I found myself thinking, I probably shouldn't dedicate dozens of hours of my summer to releasing and re-writing this shit . So I'm gonna dedicate dozens of hours of my summer to releasing and re-writing this shit. Listen, it's funny as Hell and I think you deserve to know about it. But more
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