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Racing Rammstein

I do enjoy a slow burn, but I have to admit I'm getting impatient for Rammstein to release their last album after nearly a decade of waiting. We've heard that it will come to us sometime near the end of this year, but no other details have been made public yet. Meanwhile, I am still pounding out my own heavy work, my historical novel Matka Danu Miklagarth. I have set a goal for myself to try to finish the first draft before the Rammstein album release. In my mind, I'm sailing the Danube rapids on a burning ship, racing Rammstein.

Yes, I know that makes no sense. And that's okay. Inspiration doesn't need to make sense.

I need something to drive me to get this thing done before the end of the year. I've promised myself a sweet reward of whatever gloriously shocking special edition Rammstein ends up blasting into the world for their swan song--once I finish this draft. It's going to be a monster somewhere in the realm of 150K words, but that's okay--I like long stories, and I'm going to edit it down later, while listening to the hellacious sounds of Rammstein's burn-it-down climax.

But oh, the impatient yearning!

All rise and sing:

Feuer und Wasser
kommt nicht zusammen
Kann man nicht binden
sind nicht verwandt
In Funken versunken
steh ich in Flammen
und bin im Wasser verbrannt
Im Wasser verbrannt...


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