in a 2019 blog post of the convention, “you have here my formal written permission to imprison me in a small cabin on White Island, overlooking that lake of sulfuric acid, until I’m done.
Just so long as the acrid fumes do not screw up my old DOS word processor, I’ll be fine.”Although the writer says quarantine has helped him make “steady progress” on “The Winds of Winter,” he admitted in late June that he still has “a long way to go” before the tome is complete.As a result of Martin failing to meet his own deadline, fans are now gently calling for his imprisonment.“Send in the feds I guess,” tweeted one follower, alongside a post from last year announcing that Martin had made the promise.“Let me get these cuffs out right quick,” wrote.
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