Where am I at, this sunny August 20th? Well, I’m at home, in my home office, taking a lunch break and writing up a blog post because I haven’t done one in ages. I have a lot of drafts ready to go, but nothing to post yet.
So it’s a check-in.
Work is busy. Hopefully it won’t become so busy that I break, but will also remain busy through the end of the year so I get another year’s contract at our current customer who has not gone tits-up because of the ‘rona. That, I would definitely classify as a priority – and it doesn’t look like finding work to do is going to be difficult.
Wump and Toop are both at school now, which seems to be going well. Mrs. Hatboy is also back at school and enjoying it. The woman is a gift to education and schools are right to fight over her.
I finished writing The Last Alicorn a couple of weeks back. 287 pages, 116,325 words in its draft doc. Now I’m editing it and drawing pictures. The editing is actual editing this time around, because there’s a bunch of backstory and detail I really don’t need and I’m forcing myself to cut it in favour of more jokes and fun. Also the pictures are going to add some bulk to the doc so I’m trying to think of ways around that (cheers to Aaron, incidentally, for pointing me in the direction of a potential editing tool – I still haven’t checked it out because I’m not to that stage yet, but I have my concerns about the publishers’ template just not holding up).
Sooner or later, I hope, I will have an actual draft for my editorial team to read. And I hope I have an editorial team.
I’m also still writing The Last Days of Earth. I complain about this a lot and right now I’m still feeling pretty okay about it all, but I have not been able to write. Not only have I been rendered pretty much exhausted by the pandemic situation, but I’m getting no time to myself, I haven’t had a write night since my weekend at the beginning of the month where I finished The Last Alicorn, there are just too many interruptions. Even talking about it depresses me so I’m going to stop.
We have plumbing and water damage renovation work going on at home. Basically this means no peace, even at work. I have to leave my office door open in case I’m needed to show the workers where shit is. It’s distracting and annoying, although admittedly it’s still better than working in an open floorplan office. Also, our water situation is variable.
All in all, I can’t complain. I mean, I can, and I do, but it’s fine.
On the lighter side, Cardi B and Megan Thee Stallion released an amazing song called WAP.
“He bought a phone just for pictures of this [Wireless Application Protocol].”
– B, Stallion et al.
Absolute hilarity ensued as the weenies of the conservative right (mainly weenies of the conservative right poster-boy Ben Shapiro, but apparently Tucker Carlson has also started wringing his hands) lost their tiny, tiny minds over it in what has to be the greatest endorsement of popular culture that has ever occurred.
Man, I hope the artists paid Shapiro well for punching himself in the testicles.
Shapiro’s outraged reading of the lyrics not only made it almost instantly into YouTube remixes, but it lent itself to effortless meme-ing. Like the “you laugh, you lose” challenge.
And it only got better when he cited Dr. Shapiro, his wife, who insisted that a wet pussy is a sign of some hospital-worthy yeast infection or other ailment.
Sweet merciful Christ, this poor woman.
So anyway, that happened.
How have you all been?