What Are You Doing?

I was nervous about my plot being too cliche (a WIP i finished something earlier this year and am now in the process of editing), so i just googled the plot.

.... Came up with multiple lists of nothing but erotic romance, paranormal romance, and Colleen Hoover.

I think my story's pretty safe now

 

Well, in my defense, it is called the What Are You Doing thread. And those are the things I do. I'm not a suave jewel thief or a millionaire playboy. I go to work. I watch TV. I sit on my sofa. That's what I do. Should I be yelled at because my life is boring? Or should I confine myself to making a post once every two or three weeks? What's your desire, boss?

 

Wondering how the local thugs, who haven't changed since I moved from here, got hold of an automatic rifle of some kind. They made liberal use of it last night. Perhaps I should get my oldest niece out of here.

Other than that...coffee. Lots and lots of coffee. Should be renamed: "productivity juice" but that's just like, my opinion, "bro."

 

They did end up shooting a young woman, so I suppose...mission accomplished?

NYC has gotten strange.

 

Purge practice?

I'm a horrible person, I know that.

 

Sign me up

Wait, what?

 

I always liked "Go-go juice," myself.

 

...so I walked back into the other room, got my phone again, confirmed that I hadn't even opened the texting app... and set the phone down and walked away.

My father in law used to say he'd reached the age where he thought a lot about the hereafter. He'd walk into a room and think, "What am I here after?"

 

Ah! I see your logic there, my friend! Ah! Oh. I just got overly eager for feedback and I get very intense when it comes to writing, both in my own writing and giving feedback. Well, it's all a bit over the top. Truth is, I adore the sound of my own voice, or my fingers upon the keyboard in this case, and I always get a good, hearty laugh from things I write, and from the reactions of others, and all this gives me a huge high. Not sure if that makes sense. I do see what you're saying, though. I should probs work on being less sociopathic, and more sociable. LOL! All this is in good fun though, of course.

 

Putting a puzzle together while listening to a Livestream. I think I'm torn between being 77 and 23.

 

I'm sitting on my sofa, contemplating The Rebel by Albert Camus. He talks about the difference between rebels and revolutionaries. They aren't the same. That's the kind of stuff I think about because I'm a deep motherfucker. Bet you didn't know that, did you, bitches?

 

Up early, as usual. Why wake up so early? Is it because of some "I'm so badass bro, I woke up yesterday for today!" kind of nonsense? Nah, I just like the silence of early morning. Sipping coffee in the quiet is a luxury, I'd say.

Since the sale has been finalized (somewhat) I don't have to stay here any longer. Here being my old apartment. Time to go back home, where the air smells of the sea and snobbery.

Cheers, forumies. Take care.

 

I'm not as mean!

I've been busy...bleating about phonetics on a more tentative genius account, anyways...

 

(Sorry @Malisky, but it's funny!)

 

Been combing through stacks and stacks of papers, old stuff that's been cluttering up the place. It's fun to reminisce about those faraway days. Many of these sheets are home to old, old drawings. I thought I was a poor artist now, but wow. At least I was somewhat imaginative. In a weird way. So very weird.

There are tons and tons of writer's notes also. I found an old notebook, and in it a passage that, incidentally, pertains to an early incarnation of the novel I'm working on now. It reads as follows:

"... Stabbed in broad daylight by masked assassins. Upon interrogation [of the culprits], a single name was uttered:"

Yeah, it ends there. God damn it, past self. Way to drop the ball. Who dun it? I need to know!

 

Guess it's time for you to solve that mystery.

 

Eh, I mean... It's just fluff, a piece of backstory that probably doesn't even apply anymore. Just don't like cliffhangers, I guess, and this one has a distinct hoist-by-your-own-petard flavor

 

Submitted a request for more information from a good law school in Health Care Regulation. I guess I'm taking this law school thing slightly seriously...

 

GI Bill?

 

Still hunting for a wallet I’m now pretty sure doesn’t exist at a price I’m willing to pay. On the surface it’s about as simple a design as you can imagine, but there clearly isn’t much of a call for it. What I’m looking for is a simple trifold, but one that doesn’t cater for multiple cards. A couple of slots would be enough, and for that reason the size could be such that when closed it’s barely larger than a credit card.

The wallet does exist. It’s called the Dun Fold, but I ain’t paying $70 for a wallet (plus whatever shipping as I don’t think it’s stocked in the UK). There’s no end of trifold wallets out there, but 99% of them allow for at least three cards, staggered together in each section, meaning the wallet is much taller than it would be if there was only room for one card in each section, as in the Dun Fold below.

 

drinking sweet tea by the gallon and listening to Waylon Jennings. I really need to sleep...that or take a five mile run.

 

Nice-looking wallet, but not $70 worth. I'm just the opposite, I guess. I don't care if a wallet even has space for cash, since I don't use it much anymore, but I have several cards I do use regularly. The one I use now (and have for the last 20 years, at least), looks a lot like this:



From the Amazon Q&A:

what is the source of the leather?
Answer:
Thank you for your interest in our product! This particular wallet is sourced from the cow.