Throw away all the rules of excellent writing.

At least, that’s what I did in order to compose what I hope is the lamest novel ever created.

Consistent plot? I think we can throw that by the wayside, especially when we become bored with a plot and want to move on to something new and exciting. Well, new anyway.

Rewriting? Nah. We’ll just keep plodding through and retcon things as we go along, if we need to, rather than go back and rewrite stuff because—geez—rewriting’s too much like work!

The fourth wall? Yeah, walls, like rules, are meant to be broken. So I do. It’s kind of fun. Plus, it confuses the heck out of the characters. Especially the dumb ones.

And, yes, of course tacos are included! What would a lame novel be without tacos?

Confused? Who isn’t? Just buy the book already. You won’t find the answers you’re looking for, but it’ll be a fun, er, lame ride seeing where it all ends up.