I moved around a bunch of directories on my domain, broke every single image link, ran some mySQL scripts to fix it (scripts? queries? code?), changed a few more directories, ran a separate plugin to fix that, entered the wrong information that I couldn’t undo and had to manually fix a few dozen posts, then manually updated every single post to get the featured images to update properly. I combed through two defunct subdomains that…
…) Every time writing sinks to critical mass for an extended period, my brain starts grappling for some other kind of creative outlet to latch onto. New websites that never see the light of day, new craft projects that won’t get finished, buying new books that won’t get read, filling wishlists on Amazon with things associated with stories that I will never buy. I’ve been tweaking a lot of things behind the scenes with my…
October. Sunday the 1st: 90 degrees Monday the 2nd: 88 degrees Tuesday the 3rd: 85 degrees Wednesday the 4th: 63 degrees Right then. We had like, a week of open windows in September, then it got hot again. Then it cooled down, but it rained practically every day so it was 90-some percent humidity, then it got hot again. Now we’ve had a twenty-degree temperature drop and the current forecast says it’s going to stay…
Bob started a new Cyberpunk 2077 play through. They just released a major update that reworked practically everything about it, so it’s kind of like playing a brand new game. There is also a new expansion story coming out, so he’s excited about that. Meanwhile, I’m still laughing about the first time he played the game when it first came out. — It’s the thought that counts… R: I like this game. I found a…
S: I like my narrative better. R: You need a new joke. S: New? I’ve used it TWICE. R: EXACTLY. S: Hey listen. R: Go on. S: We all know how I feel about dead horses. R: No. We don’t. S: Yes we do. R: No. I’m sure there are a few of your critters who haven’t heard yet. — He makes me laugh. Every single day. Fourteen years. This past year has been impossibly…
Brain Dump: Writing About Writing… Every time I think I have successfully refocused my brain to work on a given story, Basil leans on my shoulder all, Yeah proud of you, but how ’bout this one? But he doesn’t usually have any sort of useful inspiration to offer for working on that one, but it’s enough of a distraction to derail what focus I had on the other one and the cycle begins anew. I…
