On his personal blog, Will Carroll lays down this gem, “As a friend often says to me, I need to go back to being Will F**king Carroll, the guy who was a ‘force of nature.'” (Grawlix are his.) I’m stumped trying to come up with an explanation for that. So instead, I’ll just repeat what he wrote, “As a friend often says to me, I need to go back to being Will F**king Carroll, the guy who was a ‘force of nature.'”
In the very same post, we learn that Will F**king Carroll is writing a novel. Hell yes! He even throws in a backdoor brag on top of the frontdoor brag–that being the novel itself–writing, “[t]he idea has commercial potential, but this is a book I want to write.” Oh it’ll probably be a best seller but I’m writing it for my love of the craft. In an ideal world, it’d be titled UTK: The Novel, about a dubiously-qualified injury writer and his cuckolded wife.
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