Lucky thing for me, I don’t have a job. Else this finished-scene per day would be a real burden. Ah, who am I kidding, it IS a burden. This is fricking hard. And if this is hard, criminy, trying to write 1650+ words a day for NaNoWriMo would be impossible.
Then there’s the stupid shit on the news (I know, quit watching the news), and Dickwad Drumpf and the crap he and his minions continue to pull, it’s exhausting. But then again, all good train wrecks should wear you out.
And how about that Venus Phosphine discovery? Cool shit, huh? No, not really. I figure if it’s really life in the Venusian atmosphere, then it got blasted off this planet and drifted over there — panspermia like. Spermia… Sper….
And of course there’s this other thing I’m doing, you know, to try and stay alive, both with the 500+ count hazardous air quality (for 5 straight days), that little heart thing that happened, but mostly it’s this: “Hey, you’re old and it’s obvious by the dates on your resume, so why the fuck would we want to hire some dude that might have a heart attack and die on us?” Uh, cuz I write goofy shit on a blog? Not good enough? Well, fuck you too!
OK, back to SepSceneWriMo… We’ll see how this plays out, if I don’t get played out, and can muster the playa in my game. (“Geeze, ‘Mole, stick to your own age vernacular, please.”)