Every single one of the many books I have/have yet to publish have been stored away in my private-writing-library, (is there a better way of saying that?), for eons. 

I keep thinking of an idea for a story and thinking 'damn, this might just be the best book ever', to myself. Then, I get excited and make a cover (the titles always come to me first) and finally write a single first chapter to be stored away and "worked on later".

This cycle ends now because if you are reading this, you have read a book of mine (hopefully). Everyone grab a shot of vodka (or not if you're under 18) and rejoice in the fact that I have continued on with at least one of my many novels. Cheers!