After a recent string of rejections (I cried a lil okay), I'm back at it. Wife seems to approve. Utopian science fiction with noir mystery sprinkles. I love topians. Anywho, I'm going at a good clip and it isn't dark and depressive so I guess that's a plus? Thinking about just putting it up chapter by chapter on Wattpad/Amazon because this submission shit is tiresome and I don't need the money. If it's good, it'll fly, if not then it won't. I don't need some weirdo behind a keyboard to tell me that. I already got the "published author" merit badge for The Wired Man anyway. Then I can pull the steam business of marking everything BETA and not actually copy-editing anything. Saves money and time. Also keeps expectations low and I do love me some low expectations. I should make a parody novel called Low Expectations about a software engineer/writer who just lives in the basement writing stuff nobody cares about.
Great, now I'm sad.
Anyway, going to try following a structure for this writing business. It won't work but I have to do something to regain that discipline. This pandemic is beating my ass. I don't feel like I'm depressed but good god damn am I just tense. On edge. Snappy. The other day I fucking bitching about my wife not trying the almonds I was eating (she doesn't like almonds). That's dumb. I know it's dumb. But this pandemic has me wound tight. Too damn tight. Election probably isn't helping either.
Well, I hope you're doing well. I hope you're safe. And I hope you don't drink too much. Maintain that happiness. Keep that focus. And as always, thanks for tuning in.