it's a convoluted mess
Bob gave me a Carbuncle perpetual calendar for my birthday several years ago. Every day I update the calendar, absently noting the passage of time. Yesterday when I updated it, I didn’t think anything of the date. Today when I rolled the dice to reflect the correct date, I felt like I had the wind knocked out of me. February 18, 2025. Today should be Joe’s 57th birthday. It’s not a milestone year, but it’s… Keep reading…Losing part of the day…
I used the word writing eighteen times here. *cough* Every January like clockwork, my brain starts to think, I should do another Project 365. And then I have to remind myself, NO, YOU DOLT, YOU HATED ALL THREE TIMES YOU DID IT BEFORE. And the urge mostly passes. But for a few weeks, my brain grapples for something creative to glom onto because the turn of the calendar into a new year does weird things… Keep reading…Let old habits through…
Insomnia is being a real bitch, but at least I have new Matt Nathanson music to occupy my brain. It’s nine songs and only has a 29 minute playtime. Because Matty Nay is the King of Short-Ass Albums, apparently. King of Un(Simple) – 29 minutes Boston Accent – 35 minutes Sings His Sat Heart – 32 minutes Show Me Your Fangs – 35 minutes Last of the Great Pretenders – 39 minutes Modern Love –… Keep reading…Keep writing the same old story…
Effortlessly… February. A month rife with baggage. January was a smear. We all know how the news has been and we’re not going to talk about that horror show. I don’t need to get put on a watch list for the things I have to say about it all. My brain is not so much mush anymore, it’s more like pulverized pulp leaking out my ear. It is useless. Anyway. Windows 11 forced a version… Keep reading…It shouldn’t be so hard just to be…
It’s great when I go to bed tired, it doesn’t take me long to fall asleep, and then I sleep for about an hour and then I’m wide awake. And annoyed. So I can either stay in bed and be salty about it while staring at the ceiling (or my phone), or I can get up and be salty about it and maaaybe accomplish something. Preferably on the writing front. Or just let Jinx pick… Keep reading…Time is passing by…
My brain is mush. No, no—more than usual. I know a big part of it is the news, but it’s never just one thing. Writing is still not happening, but at least Basil has been muttering in my ear again. He’d been suspiciously quiet for quite awhile, but he’s back. He dredged up some old characters for a totally different plotline, but so far it’s still a blinking cursor. And also just half-baked and not… Keep reading…Blacking out the sun…