I don’t actually have much to say, but feel compelled to post here a few times a month.
Decided not to move my Email to a cheaper server, mainly because I don’t know what the hell I’m doing and don’t want to risk fucking up my…basically everything because I’m trying to save $60 a year.
It’s almost tax time. I always hate tax time, but this year will be even dumber than usual because we got stiffed by a client and had to have a fundraiser to stave off homelessness. I really hate that dude still BTW. While I don’t literally hope he dies in a fire, I do smile when I think of him barely escaping an all-consuming fire while losing everything he has. Because fuck him and his lying, ignorant ass.
Work. I have a lot of it. Much of it is not even boring. Some of it, I’m not even behind on. But I’m no closer to having a novel to write than I was at this time last year…or the year before. I have no inspiration, no idea that I feel passionate about. That might mean I’m not really a writer–because wouldn’t a REAL writer push through that and create something anyway? Maybe a REAL writer wouldn’t blog about nothing while actually giving a fuck what anyone thinks a REAL anything is. Or as Kyle would say: What if I’m not real?
Right now I’m working on a list of made-forTV horror movies for ScreenRant, a 2016 horror TV recap for 411Mania, plus Gotham comes back next week. I’ve also got some SEO stuff due soon, and a piece about Splooshing for Kinkly. I was able to pay this year’s HWA dues, which keeps me looking like a serious professional for the next 12 months.
Also, when I go outside–it’s cold. Unpleasantly so.Tags: $, employ, publishing