it's a convoluted mess
It’s three in the morning. I have an appointment at 10AM. Sleep is for the weak, apparently. I’ve been trying to sort out the latest writing debacle happening in my head and I think I’ve only served to confuse myself further. I am good at things. It’s no secret that I repeat myself constantly when it comes to writing. (And everywhere else, but we’re not talking about that right now.) When a story loses steam… Keep reading…Holding down this spot…
I changed to a new blog theme for about ten minutes and decided I couldn’t stand to use it until it’s undergone extensive editing. I have no idea if I’m going to be able to properly edit the parts that need it—without enough PHP and WordPress know-how at least—which pretty much means it’ll be another five years before I MIGHT get it changed. Anyhoozits… When I started writing so many…many…many years ago, I wrote in… Keep reading…What’s left of my mind…
Apparently I have an obsession with word counts. Almost to the degree that I abuse commas. I was rifling through my pictures and found a disturbing number of images of word counts—all nice clean numbers. That’s just from this year. I didn’t go back before that. But there are more. Trust me. Sheep knows. He’s usually poking his nose into the shot when I’m taking it. When I set out to write, I never have… Keep reading…Just never enough…
I’ve been trying to muster up a blog post for…awhile…and…I got nothin’. I have a knot on my forehead from smashing into the edge of the freezer while putting groceries away. Because I am just that talented. I had no idea I touched my forehead so much over the course of a day until I had a bruise to hit EVERY. DAMN. TIME. Ow. In the meantime… Andy Grammer released a new song with a… Keep reading…Don’t run away this time…
I feel completely unprepared for this trip. I have little over 48 hours to get it all figured out. And here I sit, in bed with my computer. HEY, I’ve been doing laundry all day. I’m not completely unproductive here. Yesterday morning I was sitting at my desk when Bob walked into the loft for his morning pre-work intarwebz perusal. He sat down in his chair, logged into his computer, and leaned over, peering at… Keep reading…Can you hear when we call…
I could design a drinking game solely around my writing. And we’d all be drunk by the end of the first page. I haven’t been doing nearly as much writing lately, but I’ve been rereading a lot of what I’ve written in the past few months. The writing itself is not all that bad. Or at least some of it is decent. The repetition? HOLY SWEET CHRISTMAS, BATMAN, WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK? I took the… Keep reading…Insanity is having its way with me…