--TELL ME SOMETHING GOOD
…What are your plans for the weekend?
…I’m the featured writer at Pure Slush this month.
Here’s one of the four stories that’ll be up:
…“Wrote about 140 pages in the last 2 months. none of it is fiction and it feels good but sorta lonely...”
This was on one of my writer friend’s Facebook posts today.
It’s exactly how I feel writing the novel—happy but lonely.
Writing is a very lonely endeavor.
…Here are some other—not so dire--Facebook posts from this week:
-When i click through your pictures really fast you almost look alive.
-This morning the zoo smelled like bacon.
-Cat pissed in plant. Bad cat.
-Nothing symbolizes marriage better than a dead cat.
-Bourbon, lost, gluten free cake! In that order. Sexual.
-The only way I made it to work this morning was by pretending that the zombie apocalypse was taking place and I had to go to the front lines to help my squad fight against the undead hordes.
-I'm thinking of having a glass of wine. yeah, so a bottle is made of glass.
-Ellie, running her fingers across my bald spot, "Pappa, I can see your brain through your hair."
-On the street: boy with apricot hair and a faux boa says, "And I was , like, sexting from both phones at the same time."
-If you didn't scream today or your workplace does not provide an adequate scream-stall, you are allowed to scream below this message.
-That moment when you are home alone playing with your child's toys.
-Let's all get upset at the same time and then become airplane hangars.
-I'd be fine if I died and came back as swimming pool algae. Or better yet, slime on a rock next to a hidden waterfall.
-I don't even want to think about what we would do if prescription medication didn't have "take by mouth" on the label
-One thing about being an impoverished writer - an alarmingly small circle of friends.
-My mission is simple: Stay alive, wreak havoc.