Chuck Wendig is a novelist, screenwriter, and game designer. This is his blog. He talks a lot about writing. And food. And the madness of toddlers. He uses lots of naughty language. NSFW. Probably NSFL. Be advised.

Time once again to stuff a hot steaming load of deviant bloggery into the double-mouthed barrels of a hungry, hungry shotgun. With a pull of the trigger I blow my words through the back of your head and onto the wall behind you. CHOOM. That’s right, nerds. It’s a buckshot blast of Painting With Shotguns.

So, yesterday, some foul scumhole self-published a book that was essentially the "best practices for practicing pedophiles" book. He seems to think the book is about creating "safe pedophilia" but is really about being a turd-of-the-earth kid-toucher and not getting caught. The Internet, predictably and perhaps appropriately, acted like a kicked-over anthill.

Time once again to stuff a hot steaming load of deviant bloggery into the double-mouthed barrels of a hungry, hungry shotgun. With a pull of the trigger I blow my words through the back of your head and onto the wall behind you. CHOOM. That’s right, nerds. It’s a buckshot blast of Painting With Shotguns.

I'll be gone for a couple moons. I'll still blog from time to time whilst out there in the wilds of San Francisky and Poipu (which makes my 12-year-old brain say "Poopoo"). I also have some blogs set to automagically appear whilst I'm gone, but still, some degree of live-blogging the trip is on the agenda. Will you miss me? (Oh, pish, I'll still be on them Twitters.)

Time once again to stuff a hot steaming load of deviant bloggery into the double-mouthed barrels of a hungry, hungry shotgun. With a pull of the trigger I blow my words through the back of your head and onto the wall behind you. CHOOM. That's right, nerds. It's a buckshot blast of Painting With Shotguns.