Since Livejournal went the way of POTUS45, by which I mean, under total Russian control while pretending everything is the same as it’s always been, I’ve not been able to read anyone’s stuff. Drag. As a result, I spend even less time in the bloggerverse than I had been. Plus, Facebook is where everyone is. I mostly use this space for long rants or things I want to keep easy access to.
Anyway, writing for a living makes me want to write less for fun and pleasure. Plus my new desk is awesome, but my chair is now monstrously uncomfortable. I ordered the Queen of all Purple Cushions, but despite swarms of ads, they don’t have any to ship. I’m told they won’t ship for several more weeks, which is a drag.
I still don’t know how to plot this screenplay properly, and my “writing partner” hasn’t been partnering much. I was hoping an enthusiastic partner would inspire me to…I don’t know, be more inspired. But no. So far I feel more frustrated, and more cautious because I’m aware that I have a tendency to railroad people and don’t want to do that here.
Plus, POTUS45 still hasn’t been impeached. His minions are protecting him at every turn, which is how we got into this mess in the first place. *sigh*