|
|
|
Patron edition!
Last Friday I felt exactly the same as I do today. That the week has been too much, I still have work to do, and I really would just like to NOT do anymore work and instead unwind. My psyche doesn't allow that, of course, and I'm half-assing this newsletter because I just want to go back to work. But realizing that I told you EXACTLY the same thing last week means that it's becoming a pattern. I even have the Americano I had last week while writing to you. I don't want to fall back into the pattern of workaholism, no no no. But I am...so...erm...
|
|
It's going to be ok? What's up with you?
|
|
Maybe I'm spinning
|
|
|
|
It's Friday morning, and I've just deleted the line "Sorry for the newsletter delay, I didn't feel like writing yesterday." My eyes are bleeding. The world of work has swallowed me whole. I feel the familiar stress. It's kind of nice, but it also makes it hard for me to exercise my writer muscles. Writing takes so much time.
|
I felt like writing last night, but I didn't. I sat in a lawn chair and thought about sending Maybe Zombies to Warren Ellis with an email he wouldn't be able to resist. I thought about starting my next writing project, a shorter term one, a screenplay. I have an idea for a ridiculous B movie.
|
What I don't have is a collection of links for you. I was so busy working on things this week that this link about the Loch Ness Monster probably being a giant eel is the only thing I saved.
|
|
And really, isn't that enough?
|
|
Maybe I need help?
|
|
Thanks for reading, even when I'm brief. Maybe you want to
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
