Okay, so I got 7 or so pages of the new chapter the other day. But me and my editor (the honorable Dr. Reverend Gonzo President Lam) decided I needed to cut back on some of the metafictional parts. The second half of the story is metafiction zombie land. For better or worse, I guess. Sometimes you get Die Hard. Sometimes you get Kafka's roach.
But now I can't bridge the gap between cuts and what not. To make matters worse, I'm out of NYC style pizza. So much for a permanent cure (writer's block).
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