The Annoying State of Things
...life's bullshit needs to calm the fuck down
Well, let me start with a positive.
The main story for the next book, Fenrik 1992 - A Barbarians of the Storm Side Quest, is halfway done. I’m essentially in the middle of the book’s 2nd act. I also feel that once I get in the proper zone, I’m going to be able to blast through it pretty quickly.
The problem is getting into the proper zone.
I took an extended Memorial Day weekend to do three things: see Furiosa, celebrate one of my best friend’s birthdays, and to get a literal fuck ton of writing done. I accomplished none of those things, because my new place let me know on Friday morning that I had inherited a cockroach infestation. Then my friend got COVID. And then to top it all off, my RV toilet began overflowing with shit. Not even really my shit, but the shit of the previous tenant, who did his damnedest to destroy the place before I got there.
Needless to say, I fixed the toilet and learned a lot about RV toilet systems and plumbing, so I think that’s a big positive after the nightmare. My friend is feeling better, so we may do something fun this upcoming weekend. And then, the exterminator finally showed up yesterday and took care of business. I was told I’ll be pest free in twelve days or less, and that he’ll come back and kick ass as many times as he needs to. I don’t know if I’ve ever mentioned my irrational fear and paranoia of roaches and germs… thanks for that, mom.
Any-fucking-who, I’ve lost a lot of writing time after I found that zone again. All I’m trying to do is create an environment where I can flourish again as a writer, locked in that zone, free of outside forces trying to shit down the throat of my muthafuckin’ chi. Fuck those forces, I’m shitting back!
So, I haven’t had many updates here because I’ve put less emphasis on Substack, for one, but also because I haven’t had much to update. Hopefully, I’m now moving out of this gross ass chapter of cockroaches and demon dookie. If so, expect me to get in the zone almost immediately. Well, unless the next chapter is something equally fucking annoying.
I used a lot of colorful and profane language, here. I don’t care. Ya boi is frustrated like a horny rabbit with a broken dick.