For some reason, this blog has taken the back burner of my mind. All too often, I think everyday is a comic day and I don't need to write anything. Then I realize it's Wednesday, and that my life has been more than a little uneventful in these last few days. So here are some quick tidbits that may or may not have been twitter-worthy (if I ever get such a thing as twitter):
Ate chicken fingers at Raising Canes, which were awesome, as usual. Ate them with lots of pellet ice Dr. Pepper. Confused a hockey helmet for a clock.
FINALLY beat Alien Hominid.
Under the moonlight and steaming breath, my wife and I stuffed our trash can full of broken branches.
Worked on thesis, almost done compiling everything.
Also wrote some more on a new short story. Story involves space, zombies, a dying dog, and a boy named Angus.
Cooked, ate, cleaned kitchen, cleaned bathroom, then read Frenchtown Summer by Robert Cormier.
Woke up angry, not wanting to be at work.
Why the balls isn't it time for my lunch?
Will have guest artist for tomorrow's Gibberish. Michael Elder. Come back for that. Please.
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Wednesday, April 8, 2009
Monday, March 30, 2009
Needing to Start Ignoring the Distracting Things of Life
Lately, my writing has suffered.
Forty to sixty percent of this has been my fault. I keep getting wrapped up in the glorious entertainment the world has to offer. And by this, I mean the latest Prince of Persia for Xbox 360, and the Settlers of Catan expansion: Knights and Cities. These games--along with my art habits--are keeping me from doing what I should be doing: writing. What's weird is that I enjoy my writing as much as playing either of those games, yet I keep ignoring it. I blame this on the other 40 to 60 percent of why my writing has suffered.
This stems from the novel itself. It keeps causing problems for me. So far, the problems have been solvable, but they've been speed bumps, if not outright stop signs, in my progress. Little issues pop up, wave me do, and ask me "Excuse me, sir, do you know what the hell you're doing?" Often I can say, "I think so." But lately, it's been, "Let me get back to you on that..."
I'm getting back to them, and should soon have my thesis done. Away I go. Gibberish tomorrow.
Forty to sixty percent of this has been my fault. I keep getting wrapped up in the glorious entertainment the world has to offer. And by this, I mean the latest Prince of Persia for Xbox 360, and the Settlers of Catan expansion: Knights and Cities. These games--along with my art habits--are keeping me from doing what I should be doing: writing. What's weird is that I enjoy my writing as much as playing either of those games, yet I keep ignoring it. I blame this on the other 40 to 60 percent of why my writing has suffered.
This stems from the novel itself. It keeps causing problems for me. So far, the problems have been solvable, but they've been speed bumps, if not outright stop signs, in my progress. Little issues pop up, wave me do, and ask me "Excuse me, sir, do you know what the hell you're doing?" Often I can say, "I think so." But lately, it's been, "Let me get back to you on that..."
I'm getting back to them, and should soon have my thesis done. Away I go. Gibberish tomorrow.
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