This muffin is really good.
It is. Totally. You don’t even know, because I’m the one eating it.
But enough about this muffin. We’re not here to talk about muffins, are we? We’re here, ostensibly, to talk about 47 Echo. At least, that’s what it says on the “About” page. So, without further ado, let me talk about The Twitter Novel Project, which is not 47 Echo.
Today is day 200 of 200 Days. I’ve hired a team of mathematicians and scientists, and they tell me 200 out of 200 equals zero, so we should be done around midnight tonight. Then I checked their math myself, and kicked myself for paying them $15,000 to arrive at that solution.
After I finish the current Twitter Novel, I’m going to take some time off. That’s nothing new — if you’ve been following the project for any length of time, you’ve probably noticed that I take a month off or so between books. What’s different this time around is that there’s also this blog, which didn’t exist the last time I took some time off.
So will I be taking time off here too? Probably not. I do like to ramble, and according to my pageview stats, plenty of people are still reading it, so I’ll keep rolling here. It might not be every day like it has been, but we’ll see. And of course, I’m always working on other projects behind the scenes, so I need somewhere to rant about those, too.
What about you, folks? What was the best muffin you’ve ever had? Mine was at the Garden Cafe in Omaha. Awesome blueberry muffins there.