Month: July 2017

Keith’s birthday today.  Honestly, the last year went by like nuthin’.

I could assemble a nice family oriented rant about it, but all I’m gonna say is that Paul and I, with help from Keith’s basic temperament and other relatives, managed to raise a decent human being.  That’s an okay feeling.

Word count for yesterday topped 900. Things progress. This scene is a phone call from space.

Paul just called, we’re going to head out to walk and possibly eat.  Hope it’s pho.

 

 

The person referred to as LTGW on this blog and I are no longer on speaking terms. It all happened by text. People who love me are aware of the circumstances and I’m doing okay, but this has sort of been brewing for the last three weeks. I dislike tossing a decade-long friend aside, but there was a really stark mismatch between our needs and interests, plus he stopped wanting to see me IRL, which is what allows you to stay entrained as friends. I’d been keeping track of our interactions for the last six months and becoming increasingly sad and disaffected.

At least we didn’t ghost each other, I fucking hate that.

When I say ‘I’m doing okay’ I mean to say that I’m really pissy and disappointed and butthurt. But… this too shall pass, and along with it (I piously hope) any idea that I could ever change a goddamned thing about my friends. A friend is kind of a whole person package deal. She is what she is, he are what he are, they be what they be.

…is not going here. I just learned that I did not get paid for the last days of my work at (the Company I Ain’t Naming until it’s in my interest). I could go for a fucking hour about how they were ignorant douchebags with delusions of competence, but meh. I emailed the chief wackdoodle and imagine I’ll get a reply in a couple of days. Nothing’s stopping me from going back to the office with a skunk under my arm, but no, not yet.

It’s only a thousand dollars, after all.

Fortunately, the writing is going. I may not include this interview in the final novel, but I’m going to have fun doing it, mostly because Jesse is a very fun playground character.

250 words so far this morning on HOTM. I am fuelled by tea and chocolate ice cream, evil creature that I am.

I sure do. I had evidence of it yesterday, and of course I can’t talk about it. But it was real, intense and fleeting. Also, in parts, stupefyingly howlarious.

Not hilarious was the news that Mike’s taking me and Cassidy to Bob Dylan on the 25th. (HOLY SHIT U2 AND BOB DYLAN IN A TWO MONTH SPAN).

So today I’m def feeling the love. Katie and Alex are settled in at Poppa’s place (featuring UNGA KEEF), the family buffet made it here alive and life is okay, BETTER than okay actually.

More edits, and then UPSUN will be done.

I got Alex by myself for three whole house the day before yesterday and it was amazingly…. tiring.

I’m continuing to work on the Alex Jumping song. The expression on his face when I start to sing it is worth a bucket of gold.

He finally got to play Xenon for as long as he wanted to, which was at least half an hour. He used to be scared of it but now he loves it. I took video of him playing but the file’s so big I haven’t been able to email it anywhere, I’m probably going to have to stick it on Google drive or something.

I also took him out to the park and pushed him almost as much as he wanted in the swings and got an idea for a poem while I was pushing him.

Jeff and I are going to be working on final cuts and then posting Upsun. I’d be more excited if my eyelids weren’t stuck shut.

Stellar meal at Mike’s last night, cod with smashed potatoes and onions and bok choi. NOMz.

Not much writing… I’m sort of in a strange mood.