It is late at night. I am in my bed writing my chapbook.
The computer is slowly and carefully humming. My chapbook is called "Flesh Feast". It is about a man who moves into the flat above me and slowly ruins my life.
My chapbook will be 10 chapters long. So far I have written four and a half chapters. My chapbook will be illustrated. The illustrations are going to be created by me on paint. I might do some of them on photoshop.
My chapbook is becoming one of the best things I have ever written. It is packed full of dread and disaster, as well as hilarious incidents and heart warming moments.
I hate my chapbook.
My chap book is better than me.
It is becoming the most delightful little chapbook you have ever set your eyes on.
So far only one person has said that they want my chapbook. I wish that this was one of the chapters in my chapbook.