Thoughts that Keep Me Up At Night, #8499

I sometimes worry that when I finally join the ranks of published writers, my work will (a) suck and (b) that, while in the process of sucking, my work will be read by Warren Ellis, who will then proceed to describe my work with a simile like this:

[Insert work here] is like ironing the farts out of a dozen pairs of old trousers, sucking them into a bottle and then trying to sell it as a new perfume. This is such an arse-burgling zombie horror of a thing that I don’t even want you to steal it.

What’s he actually talking about? Find out here.

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