Category: The Black List
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Where the hell was I? Looking at a blank black page. Because I roll Dark Mode on all things. Sure, it makes the Mumford song not work. Mostly. “A blank black page and a swelling rage …” I do not have a swelling rage today. So far. And it’s late afternoon, so it might not…
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First things first. Happy birthday, Steph! Here’s to many more! (You say that for birthdays, right?) We went out for sushi on Saturday because 1) we figured the place would be ridiculously busy on Sunday because obvious reasons, and 2) “No one celebrates their birthday on a Monday.” She said it, not me. So here…
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Yeah, hi. I did write a … wait. I didn’t write yesterday’s … Wait. I started this yesterday, but did not post. TIME TRAVEL FOR DUMMIES. And then I stopped, set the lappy aside, and watched the rest of Dept. Q, which has fantastic characters. I hope they make a couple more seasons of that.…
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One of the things I’ve had to go back and work on for my novel … character sheets. I can see the characters in my head but reading while I’m revising, a lot of them are 2-D. I noticed a lack of presence and flat dialogue. Which means they’re placeholders and need to be fixed.…
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Got a phone call from the ex-Boss yesterday. She was listening to a spot on NPR about long-term infections that mutate and thought of me. Because, you know, I have a long-term infection that mutated. We’re not really certain of the mutated part yet. But seems bloody likely. Anyway, then we had a good conversation,…
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Might be a short one. I write about cars a lot. Used to love them. Now I kinda hate them. Which started with the Mini. The car that put me in a massive debt hole. I’m still paying for repairs on that car. I haven’t owned it since 2018. Traded it for the Subaru, which…
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So this happened. Made sliders for dinner on the griddle. Retired to the tv room. We have one of those L-shaped sectionals. The kid occupies the corner. She’s the “corner troll.” She’s working on the plot and structure of her fan fiction novel. Steph took one side, feet facing the kid, and surfing whatever app…
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Time. More often than not, when I’m writing these things, one thought naturally comes after another. However, that means a lot of the time, I don’t end up talking about the originating idea. I mentioned time the other day. The specter in my head. Tick, tock, right? Like, I feel all the time I’m running…
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Been a day. 3 o’clock and I’m only now getting to type. Tick, tock, mfers. I think about time incessantly. Post surgery, sitting there in that bed trying to get my wits about me, I had an awakening. Paradigm shift, if I’m using some of that fancy self-help vernacular. But it did happen. The past…
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Now Playing: The Pixies, “Where is my mind?” I still have the “Liked Songs” playlist rolling. Theme of the week I guess. A leitmotif of sorts. I stuck my earbuds in, said, “I gotta have music while I write, so … wave at me.” Steph might’ve rolled her eyes. I write these from the couch…
