Hurrah!

Inspired by the universal love showered on The Goodreads Killer, I've expanded the original novella into three parts (or a 64,000-word novel).

When I wrote the first part, I found there was a lot of gory violence, satire and utterly over the top sex scenes that I couldn't fit in. Frustrated, I had a ponder and decided that a full-length work would be the perfect solution.

It's fair to say that American Psycho was a key influence. Whatever people think of that novel, I doubt anyone who gives it a go ever forgets it. And if a piece of art lodges in your head, I guess it must've done something right.

Of course, I worried about making my quirky little tale longer. Artists, even a two-bit one like me, are usually unsure how long their movie, book or sculpture made out of bird shit should be. There's a lot to be said for brevity. Think Fawlty Towers or a wonderful 150-second blast like Ace of Spades.

Anyway, the story's dreadful bloat means I've now written two books in eighteen months while holding down two jobs and lifting enormous weights with my penis in the gym. I'm sure there's some sort of lesson to be learned there but I think I'll just go to bed instead.

Nighty, night.