One Hundred Days of Blogging – Day 42

I’m starting my morning off by enjoying a bowl of cereal while I read through the Spam comments that Phil’s Misadventures in Fiction has accrued recently. It’s oddly entertaining, although the spammers certainly do have nice things to say about my posts. Even if some of those kind words don’t really make a lot of sense from a grammatical standpoint.

Speaking of kind words: the professor I sent Joshua Harkin and the Wicked Nightmare King off to got back to me with his critique today. It’s not something I feel should be shared in its entirety on here, but I do have to say seeing the phrases “I thoroughly enjoyed it” and “you have great characters” really put a stupid grin on my face.

Meowiarty is hanging out with me while I type this, as he sat at my bedroom door and meowed until I let him in. He may be a touch spoiled, I’m willing to concede, but he behaves like a dog enough and I miss having dogs around…so by that reasoning it should be okay that he’s in here. Probably. I’ll remind myself of that when I’m cleaning cat hair out of my PC’s tower.

Naturally, today’s post will involve 42 in a way. Hopefully not too predictable a way, but we’ll see. Continue reading

A little laziness never killed anyone important

Or “I’m trying to justify my brief span of not really accomplishing much, and only sort of succeeding.”

I’ve not really done a lot of writing lately, and I’m actually kind of okay with that. I’d be better with it if I weren’t so very good at guilt-tripping myself, but that’s nothing new. Side-note, before I continue: my mouse is being extra finicky as I write this, so I can already tell that’s going to be an ordeal in itself.

Moving along.

Generally speaking, as evidenced by a plethora of blog posts on the subject (or, at the least, mentioning as much), I’ve been trying to do a little writing every day. Up through the past month, I’d succeeded. My actual, paying job, as well as my fondness of taking naps, slowly but surely ended up interfering, as work has become a bit tumultuous lately.

However, this isn’t all about bad news and me being a slacker. On the contrary: I’ve picked up not one, but two, contributing writer credits. I’ve written, and am eagerly awaiting, my first post for Screen Robot, and I’m actually really excited to announce I’ll be contributing to The Useless Critic (a pop culture web site run by a fellow Edinboro alum, featuring writing by other fellow Edinboro alumni, which can be viewed here). I say I’m really excited because, quite frankly, all of the people who contribute to The Useless Critic are substantially better writers than I am. It’s like being welcomed into a Pantheon of creative gods (note: if any UC writers read this, please know the comparison may contain some hyperbole) I previously believed I had no business being a part of. Like I said: really exciting.

If anyone has any suggestions for where I could find some motivation to actually finish a short story these days, it’d be appreciated. I’ve checked all the usual places (ranging from behind the fridge to lodged between my teeth, where popcorn bits usually lurk), but have had no such luck.