About "For The Hell Of It..." - or, more
appropriately, "What on Earth do you think you're doing?"
For The Hell Of It (or FTHOI, if you wish. Actually, lets keep it as FTHOI because when enunciated correctly, it sounds hilarious. Imagine an explosively theatrical sneeze) was born on one uneventful night at university when Liad Janes asked a friend to pick any word at random. This became the first word of what was to become FTHOI. Kind of sets the tone, really.
In a sense, it is entirely semi-autobiographical as it unflinchingly draws on the life of the author - at times so directly that it would make Japanese rail companies blush and fidget about in embarrassment. It began as a way of simply putting down, on paper, a series of completely unrelated events deemed funny by Liad in a form that wasn't a diary - the bits in-between the alleged funnies were far to long and uninteresting. It is also semi-autobiographical in the sense that Liad also had no idea what to write a book about (to an extent, he still doesn't, really). So short of reading an actual autobiography, this may just be the most true to life piece of fiction you have ever read.*
That initial, yet fateful, night was a bloody long time ago now - perhaps two and a half years. To say that the writing process has been "a little bit on and off" would be an understatement of leviathan proportions. However, with this blog comes the notion that having it out in the public domain will force some kind of action out of the author (lets cut the games, "me"). The chapters of the book will be posted as individual entries on the blog - hopefully about a week apart. This should be easy for the first 17 blogs as that's how many have been written thus far. The challenge now is to use that lead time to write more.
And to answer the question that you've inevitably had burning in the back, front and flabby love-handles of your mind, like so many hands put on the wrong part of the kettle; it is called "For The Hell Of It..." because that was the response when the question of "Why are you writing a book?" was asked. And most probably why Dail himself is writing a book. But we all know Dail is Liad.
Fourth wall, meet my literary sledgehammer.
Enjoy!
*This makes the assumption you have never read before.
