Will Francis writes a novel about William Control

Will Francis wrote a short novel about the origins of his solo project William Control, that is stated to represent the darker side of himself.

The short story details the “backstory into the nihilism and self-deprecating inner monologue of William Control".

He stated that the story began as an essay an grew into a novel, despite of that he seems reluctant to link up with a publisher to put it out: "Perhaps the experience of being dragged through the mud on a record label has soured me on those sorts of "Art for sale" deals. I think I would just rather market it to you for now."

Here is an excerpt below:

"October 27th present day

Shaving stubble down to skin with a dull razor. This isn’t fun when you’ve been up for three days drinking scotch, huffing ether and consuming putrid amounts of cracker jack blotter acid. I’ve been here before, shivering in the moonlight, many years ago in the dark dream of another lifetime.  The ocean swaying in the background and I think I may be hallucinating. Think. Operative word here is think. The thought police are on to me. Reality is far worse than I can imagine, so I ignore it.  There’s a visible ray of dirty light falling between the wisps of smoke I am exhaling and the space beneath the broken door jam. I am in a crummy hotel room, alone and shipwrecked. Jude is gone and I may as well be floating in a cold lake face down."