I am sitting in front of the TV with my laptop in my lap and a highly uncharacteristic glass of wine sitting on the end table next to me. We’re watching Season 2 of Jessica Jones, which I’ve really had trouble paying close attention to. We’ve got like three episodes left and I’m just not feeling it right now.
I dunno; I started this post hoping if I rattled on for a while something interesting would fall out but I don’t appear to have it in me right now. Writing in general has been much more like pulling teeth than usual lately– in fact, now that I’ve had a tooth pulled and know how simple it is I may need to come up with a new metaphor. I’ve got another con coming up in a few weeks– I’ll be at IndyPopCon again, have I mentioned that?– and I’m hoping it’ll get the creative juices flowing again. We’ll see, I suppose.
In the meantime, this glass of wine ain’t drinking itself. I’m not sure who’s going to drink it because I kind of hate wine but it’s definitely not going to drink itself.
Anybody read any good books lately? Recommend something.