Seriously, he did. He wrote the Eroica Symphony, also known as his third symphony, which I’m listening to right now as I take a break from writing erotica (with a t, mind you). Apparently it’s named because Eroica is Italian for “heroic”. I choose to entertain myself with the thoughts of setting intercourse to it, so therefore I am typing furiously as the musical inspiration blasts forth from my speakers.
That having been said, I’ll toss out a status update here. “Winning the Genetic Lottery” is now only a couple of chapters away from completion. It’s presently 27k words long, and I have a hunch it’ll be around 32k words by the time it’s finished. I’d dearly love to have it complete and published by Monday night, but I fear that is not going to be the case.