Me: This is the exact picture, the ending of the second series, that really nailed it for me. Nailed it as in 'put a nail in the coffin' because I was through with thei sseries way before the end. The amputations and ombnipresent cartels...it all go to be too nuch...or, not enough. I got so tired of him smoking one cigarette after another like he was letting me in his inner thoughts. It sucked. Movign on because there is a lot to look at these days.
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If I can’t be relevant, I can at least be accurate. What the fuck am I talking about? I am talking about writing. I can’t keep feeling inadequate, guilty of wasting time, because my stories and commentary are not publishable. I repeat: I write for myself. Writing is a personal dialog. It’s a way to focus. Writing is also a way of recording what is happening in my life. It may not be interesting but by gawd, it’s going to be accurate.
It’s not even eight in the morning and I brought my second cup of coffee into the office. So eager to get my thoughts out, I booted up the Chromie rather than the main Battle Station. Let me do that now...I put a credit card over the janky touchpad so I can write with abandon and not have my own thumb play a trick on me by relocating the cursor during a rant. Loving the cordless mouse I ‘found’ at work (and thin round mousepad at the same time). The pad fits inside the Chromie when it’s closed, no problem.
Last week I did quite a bit of blogging ...only didn’t get to my NSFW site. It will be first...hell, this will go right in it. I just got anxious to get started and once I realized I probably should of used the computer, I was committed to the Chromie. I am a stubborn cuss but in the long run, staying the course has served me better than constantly changing to get an advantage. Finish. It is the goal. Do that. Sometimes finding a better way to do something is just a convenient excuse.
The days have been overcast. If the clouds rain, it’s early in the morning because the day’s heat cooks all the water out of the clouds. The clouds do drop the temperature some. I finally got a chance to sit b y the pool yesterday, half day at work, and it was hot, the sun beat down on me. I sat in the shallow ind most of the time under a big straw hat reading a John Sandford novel.
Okay, edit this and get to blogging!
