Life has been busy.
With the kids out of school, I’m finding much of my free time is being sucked up by one stupid thing after another. And on top of that… those afternoon naps just don’t take themselves.
I did a word count on my latest story ‘Starfall’ and found I’m somewhere past 50k words. My gut tells me I’m about half-done overall. So I guess that’s a good thing?
Right now I’m feeling somewhat motivated on getting some words in but I know that as soon as I do ‘get in the zone’ that I’m going to be interrupted seventeen times about stupid things like “I’m on the toilet and we are out of toilet paper”. Yeah? Have fun waddling your naked ass with your pants around your ankles and getting a replacement six-pack from the garage. All humor aside, it still pulls a person out of the zone. In just writing this simple page post I’ve been interrupted twice.
So I’m in the shower this morning (get your mind out of the gutter) and I’m going over a number of recent events (curmudgeon style) and I get an idea for a couple of new domain names…
www.GetOffMyLawn.com … is taken.
www.WaldorfandStatler.com … is also taken.
So on this last payday, I bought myself a gift. I bought myself a course on MasterClass by Neil Gaiman. I’m only in chapter 4 of the class but he used a metaphor about how writers need to ‘just get it out’ and how so much of their early stuff is going to be regarded as sub-par stuff. A writer needs to keep whittling away in order to get at the core of their inner voice and one can only do that by pushing through the inferior stuff.
As he’s saying this my mind is going its own direction. I’m thinking of how when you first turn on the shower how you don’t instantly have hot water and how you have to let all the cold water flush through on your way to the good stuff. Yeah, I know that in this day and age that some people have instant water through tankless devices, well… bite me.
So what else can I say so it doesn’t ‘get away’?
My wife went out and bought me a 75 inch TV for the living room. The kids and her surprised me with an early fathers day gift. I was pleasantly delighted.
I’ve still been plugging away at my latest novel ‘Starfall’*(beta title) when I can find the time. I’m pretty sure I passed the 25k total some time ago but don’t want to go back and count all them miskelled words just yet.
Tangent: I just surfed for something online and saw a picture of Val Kilmer. (sad face)
Uh… I guess that’s it for now.
Tootles to anyone who is dumb enough to read these pencil shavings.
It was a slow day at work.
Not much else to say as I need to quit as I have some of those social things with family and friends to do tonight.
Sitting in the lounge…
Guess this would be a good time to get some writing done.
I’m visiting my grandmother today. She recently turned 92. She is also in the hospital right now. The stubborn woman is recuperating from a bout of pneumonia.
As much as I don’t want to admit it, her time is limited. Not that she is going to die tomorrow, in truth we all could, but in that her general vitality has been diminishing over these past few decades and its never a pleasant thing to see. My grandfather, her husband, was 80 when he passed on. He had been moving cords of wood in his backyard and paused to sit down to catch his breath. He then tumbled over and was gone within a few heartbeats.
The man knew how to go.
Watching my grandmother decline is but a cruel reminder that life is precious and that everything can be taken away just like that. Like when you sit down to catch your breath and find out it’s your last.
1 year and two days ago my mother-in-law passed away. She had been fighting Parkinson’s for close to twenty years and her passing was intense. Her death throws began around midnight and lasted up until the sun rose the next day. I wasn’t there as I was tending to our kids but my wife was, and the best way to describe it would be haunting.
Getting robbed of your life, minute by minute or breath by breath, sounds cruel yet we all endure through it.
I enjoy ‘living’ but at what point does your existence transfer from that to merely ‘existing’?
What control do you really have?
Getting in the car and driving to see her is a gamble in of itself. Just eating or even defecating is a gamble.
I love my wife and kids and want to enjoy each and every day with them even though they drive me crazy.
Why hello again my fellow nerds,
(does anyone actually read this blog or is this all for naught? I believe that depends on what my definition of ‘naught’ is? Is it for publicity or is it just as a medium for my inner demonic Dwight voices? I think we already know that answer.)
So I had three minor BEEFS with End Game and all of them take place within the last 10-15 minutes of the film. They were basically annoyances at some of the plot points, characters and motivations and (yes another ‘and’, bad grammar dave) political correctness. They are all kind of mixed together.
- Girl Power
If you’ve seen the movie then you might have some idea as to what I’m hinting at. If you haven’t seen it then I’m hoping I don’t ruin it for you. I will discuss more at a future time once the general public has had a chance to watch the movie. With the movie opening to a $1.2 billion take, I imagine that won’t be long.
Tootles for now as I need to pack up and head into work, (*insert state job joke here*) not that I will be working that much.
Star Wars episode IV, a new hope, was exactly that, a movie that reached out to me, nay millions, nay billions of people and gave them something to believe in.
When Star Wars episode IX dropped last week, it too gave me a little bit of ‘new hope’ that it would be something entertaining. Only that was it, just entertaining. It didn’t warm the core of my being that good could somehow fight back against the dwightness in existence.
End Game/Infinity War is now what Star Wars was to my childlike self back in the day.
Star Wars didn’t have a climactic 22 arc which built it up to a grand finale. No, it came out of nowhere and blew our minds away. It was glorious. It was… a new hope.
Tonight I going to go and watch End Game… I’m so giddy right now. The man child in me is so doing his best not to wet himself 😛
That is what Star Wars no longer does for me. Yes, I’m pretty sure the superhero hype will die down at some point but the hype has been going over a span of 22 movies over the last 10 years. Can Star Wars make that same claim? No, it has been 10 movies over the last 4o years. The fire hasn’t died out but it has diminished.
Why do I even try?
Why do I even bother my mischievous brother?
Am I just a failure or are you lying to me?
Am I fooling myself with a boy scout heart into thinking it’s going to work?
… and fail
Then I try again…
… and fail again.
Maybe I’m just lacking vision as all I’m seeing is black and my mind feels like it’s full of webs.
You would think that by simply copying the instructions listed online that any idiot would be able to figure out the terminal command to “locate” the flucking file and have the results piped into a text pad.
Yes, I’m frustrated.
You would think that with names of trillions upon trillions of individuals being snuffed out of existence, that trying to save their names to a record file would be easy.
(Mocking my big bald headed instructor): “Just watch me and follow along.”
Yeah well just because were named that doesn’t mean we actually get it.
I swear I just need to go purchase a stanlee hammer and go to town on my computer office space printer style.
(I would advise you to stay clear as you probably wouldn’t like me that much right now)
No, I haven’t seen the movie yet.
Damn flucking file…
I bought my ticket to watch the Avengers movie on April 30th. I’m doing my best to not have it spoiled by keeping myself off of the internet(s).
Damn this is hard*
*That’s what she said.