see you tomorrow sleep now
I have a Clark Kent-related announcement coming, and I can’t make it yet, mostly out of pure superstition. There are still a couple of Ts that need to be crossed and Is that need to be dotted, and if I tell anybody anything other than vague hints that something is going on, something will go terribly wrong and then the only announcement I’ll have to make is that I’ve found a cliff and jumped off of it. Part of the reason (a small part, but part) that I took an impromptu weeklong vacation from work this week was to make it easier to keep my mouth shut. Because no talking! None! This blog post is already too much!
Problem is, I’m in one of those situations where all I can do about this other than vagueblogging is wait, and I’m not very good at waiting. I mean, I can also check my email every five minutes and occasionally pick my phone up and stare at it because I’m convinced it just rang (my phone doesn’t even make noise; this doesn’t stop me) but neither of those things are helpful. I’m just glad I’ve got my interwebs back, because that shit seriously wasn’t helping.
What do you guys do when you need to distract yourselves?
Two eleven-hour shifts in a giant building with no air conditioning when it’s 95 degrees outside down.
One to go.
I’ve posted, what, five times in all of May so far? Something like that, and half of them were useless? I don’t know if I’m depressed or what but I’ve just had nothing to say lately. Well, that’s not quite true– I have a bunch of posts I’d sort of like to write but as soon as I actually sit down in front of a computer I’d rather do anything but write. I haven’t written a word of fiction or drawn a picture in probably over a month. I’ve got a damn convention coming up in a few weeks. It occurred to me the other day that I probably ought to check my stock on my books and place a restock order, and Createspace is not fast, guys, and the entire thought was just too exhausting to even seriously think about.
So, yeah, a brief list of posts I might write, if I was actually in possession of the necessary headspace to do any such thing:
- A review of Robert McCammon’s Swan Song, which someone recommended to me, someone whose identity I can no longer recall, a book which is so terrible that it deserves to be torn to shreds here;
- A review of the magnificent God of War for PS4, which I beat today and is easily the best game of this generation that I’ve played;
- I came really close last night to writing a post about how I wanted to start a Patreon and a podcast and had cool ideas for both but that would require optimism and creative energy and at the moment I have neither;
- A music post, since I’ve downloaded a lot of good albums lately;
- A pre-review of The Poppy War by R.F. Kuang, which I’m reading right now. Actually, let’s do this right now: go buy this book and read it. I didn’t get enough sleep last night because I couldn’t put it down. It’s really something special.
I dunno what’s going on, but it’d be cool if I could snap the fuck out of it.
I have spent a pretty significant amount of time over the last couple of days, including the last twenty minutes or so, staring at screens and having nothing to write on them.
It’s growing rather tiresome, honestly.