It took more than a month for B&N to get my ordered copy of
Dermaphoria in. I got two pages in before I had to type stuff. Nothing of substance, but my mind was going again, gears cranking away. Clevenger is probably the tightest writer I've read. He leaves no loose ends. Clean, cold, hard, perfect writing, and with an original style, rhythm and flow that makes me need to
type, man.
I can't make myself pick it back up again, because that will mean it'll be over eventually. I have it sitting on my table like a chocolate cake I'm holding off eating.
Brendan is a lucky bastard for having met Clevenger. I wish I had a few moments with that guy. Might make me get serious again.
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