it's a convoluted mess
It’s 6:40 on a Saturday morning. I haven’t slept. I am currently not tired. My brain is completely WIRED. Part of me thinks I could just stay awake all day. But the other part of me knows I’ll hit a wall about mid-morning and crash. So I sit and debate what I should do. And curse my inability to maintain a human sleep schedule. And possibly keep hitting play on a couple of songs that… Keep reading…Alone would suit me just fine…
I watched Bob play a few parts of the first Mass Effect game. I don’t think he ever actually finished that play through. After Dragon Age II came out, Bioware gave free digital downloads of Mass Effect 2 to people who bought DAII. I played an hour or two of the game and…forgot about it. Now Mass Effect 3 is approaching release. I’m sure we won’t be playing it. Neither one of us is really… Keep reading…Okay what does that even mean?
…today is not “someday.” I just don’t even pretend that I am capable of keeping a sleep schedule that somewhat resembles human anymore. I made bacon on Friday. We always make bacon in the oven because it is much easier and far less messy than cooking on the stove top. I was mixing real bacon with turkey bacon and despite cooking at a lower temperature (for less time) I somehow managed to burn some of… Keep reading…Someday I will live on a human time clock…
MS Word keeps a running word count of a given document in the bottom corner of the screen. I know it’s not entirely accurate as it seems to count every so many spaces as words, but I figure it can’t be that far off from the actual numbers. I have a story document sitting at 78 pages and roughly 32,000 words. It was created December 5, 2010. I’ve been working on it off and on… Keep reading…Counted…
I have 24 posts sitting in drafts right now. I think I need to go back to them and either post them or purge them. Because two dozen drafts is a bit excessive. Even for me. I’ve been struggling a lot with writing lately. Both here and with my writing. I always differentiate between the two. As a writer I probably shouldn’t. Writing is writing, but to me, blogging and writing are two different things…. Keep reading…Not what I was saying…
I started out writing a post and it turned into one giant bitch-fest. I decided to abandon that one. Because while the occasional bitch-fest is therapeutic, that one was fucking obnoxious. I’ve been trying to compose a “real” post for awhile and…I got nothing. Sure I have plenty of things to write about. I just can’t compose a coherent post. So I just don’t write anything. Oh I’ve been writing. I’ve been doing a lot… Keep reading…Don’t wanna dance…