Now that chapter 107 is up, my ongoing novel charmingly titled We’re Fucked has become about 241,000 words long. If you consider the average novel to be 80,000 words long, then this unmarketable, unpublishable story, about a possibly autistic OCD sufferer who struggles with compulsive masturbation as a way to assuage her despair, and who is also harassed by interdimensional horrors that demand her attention, is already three novels long. Hooray! Who would have known, back in October of 2021, that this strange tale would reach such an extreme? I certainly didn’t! If I did, would I have started it? Probably not!

Anyway, I’m barely midway through the current sequence, and there are two full sequences left to go. I doubt I’ll finish the novel this year. If you are curious about how this whole mess started, or what happened at any point of the journey, you can access the individual chapters and sequences through this link. I warn you, though: the first few chapters will require full creative rewrites.

There must be a couple of people out there who have read the whole story from the beginning. You are troopers, good sirs or madams.