Posts Tagged ‘PWS’
And you might be asking: “Hey, what about that that novel you’re working on?” Ehhh. Ehh. Well. I’ve written 60,000 words. Except. Except. The first 30,000 are for one novel, and the second 30,000 are for another novel. I know. I know! But I’m working on both. And they’re each totally different projects. So, we’ll see. Keep your grapes peeled.
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It’s rare, because normally I’m pretty bulletproof about that one aspect of my life. Doubt doesn’t usually enter into the equation. But last week’s loss of the TV pilot coupled with the still-no-news-on-the-novel front is, I think, startling my once stalwart confidence. Once, my confidence was a hulking bear, and now it’s a knock-kneed fawn who spooks with every cracking branch or orbiting moth.
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Today will certainly be a day of mourning. So, y’know, if you have any good news, send it my way. Hell, make some up. I’m not above delusion and invention. I’ll take whatever succor one can offer. Or, if anyone wants to invent work for me to perform? I’ll take it. Any professional boost? C’mon. You know you want to. Hire me to write your epitaph. Your menus. Your street signs. I’ll take anything.
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The thing that gets me is the alarming amount of casual racism that pops up in the comments — okay, I’m not surprised at the existence of said racists, but I’m surprised at a) how racist they are and b) how ignorant they are of their own racism. Hey, if you’re going to be racist, at least own it. It’s not a good thing, but I appreciate self-awareness more than utter ignorance.
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In other home news, things continue to be pretty dang awesome. Turns out, we have to watch out for deer even when driving in our own driveway: the other night, two fawns crossed right in front of us. Saw the Doe-Mom over in the woods waiting for them. This must be the same family we saw crossing the yard when we looked at the house a while back before we had purchased.
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