day fifteen

again i do not know what to write but i have decided that i will finish this and get it to the publishers as soon as possible so that i can reap the benefits of it as soon as possible by that i mean that i will get my royalty cheques and my booker prize and my noble prize for literature as soon as possible and i will be really famous and not have to do another days work in my life but there is one problem regardless of the fact that i have never actually done a days work in my life and that is that i really have no idea where this masterpiece is leading to as harry chapin says most great works of art have a theme that holds them together this one does not and for documented proof get his greatest stories live album and for that his estate now owes me five hundred thousand dollars for all the extra profits i will be putting their way but getting back to the stream of things i am hopeful that i am intelligent enough to be able to complete this even if it does turn into a scintillating ingeniously imaginative novel of epic proportions which will need to be published in about twenty three hundred page books which would make it a page or two longer than war in peace and possibly longer than the greatest book ever about the christian religion or should that be for the christian religion the bible and we never know it could sell just as well but i doubt it because after all the bible is the greatest selling book in printed history but mine will sell millions more copies because it will be relevant to everyone no matter what creed colour race faith or religion and therefore sell to all of them once we get it translated into their native tongue if they are stupid enough not to be able to understand the english language which is after all the most unimaginative language ever invented and is really quite boring and that makes all great masterpieces sound extremely boring when printed in english so i think i will start writing in german or french or maybe even russian if i can remember how to so aber es ist sayonara von moi neit neit das ist nichts die franzosisch oder die russisch diene gummifenstersteifel