I should just throw caution to the wind and write a book about an alcoholic lesbian ninja gunslinger with superpowers who hangs out with the ghosts of pirates, rides a dinosaur, and fights zombies.
Of course, I don't know if I could write over the sound of how train-wrecky that'd be.
Of course, I don't know if I could write over the sound of how train-wrecky that'd be.