I’m doing something new, ya’ll.
One of the reasons why I started this blog was to strengthen my “write something Monday through Friday, even if all you have to say is ranty, inane nonsense” muscle, and I’ve actually managed to do this.
I went HULK SMASH all over it, really.
Except on Tuesdays.
Tuesdays are a wild card.
Tuesdays are those people wearing aviators at work, the ones who are clutching their coffee or tea to their chests and not speaking a word the entire day.
There’s no conquering Tuesdays.
I’ve been evaluating things (I have a chart, in fact) and I’ve decided that, while I am still going to write on Tuesdays (and Thursdays, although Thursdays have always been quite nice to me), I’m just not going to write to you.
I’m getting to point with my… er… writing project (because it’s not yet a book, you see) where I actually need more time. Squeezing in a bit of writing time after work is no longer enough. I keep looking at the clock, realizing that it’s after midnight, and snapping my laptop shut mid-thought, lest my body refuse to get out of bed in the morning, I cease going to work at all, I join the ranks of the unemployed, and finally have all the time I need… but with no income, healthcare, or food.
Starving artists and writers are only sexy in the movies… in real life, we like to have cheeseburgers and shampoo and clothing without holes.
This will free up more time before work, and thus reduce my chances of living in a cardboard box under a bridge.
SO, you’ll hear from me on Monday, Wednesday, and Friday… my usual hurricane of things that don’t really need to be said… and on Tuesdays and Thursdays, you can trust that I’ll be slaving away, bent over a warm computer screen, drinking Loki tea, and listening to Robert Plant and Alison Krauss.