by Soren Summers ( @SorenSummers ) I do not have the words left to express how liberating it is to finally unleash my deformed spawn unto the earth. Frankly I think that should be forgivable since I’m pretty much out of things to say at this point. It’s been slightly over 88,000 words later, give or take the several thousand that fell victim to a multiple harsh rounds of editing.

It’s a cathartic sense of release. That’s all I feel. A little numb, maybe, perhaps because the reality of finally publishing something hasn’t quite set in just yet. I admit that there’s a bit of a buzz thrumming through my body right now, and it’s not from vodka. I was joking about that one tweet, I promise.

Perhaps the best course of action is to crawl between the sheets and get some sleep for now. As horrible as his life turns out in Monster even Jarod gets some rest, after all. Maybe play some video games, watch a bunch of stuff in the morning to sort of fill up my cup. And then it’s on to work on the next book. I confess that I’m still thoroughly exhausted from all this, but it’s exhilarating as well. This is exciting as hell.

Here’s to all the best for Monster. May you fare well, my hideous, tentacled progeny.

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