Got an email from somebody asking whether they could send me an article about a businesses topic for my website. I'm tried to respond "You know I write gay porn, don't you?" just for the fun of it but it's probably spam anyway ... or somebody who really has no idea what they're doing
The problem with having many stories: If somebody writes a comment, you might have to reread the chapter in question to figure out what the fuck they are talking about
Just realized that somehow, all magicians I write about are batshit crazy. Is it the occupation that made them this way or did they choose the occupation because they were crazy to begin with?
I feel like my stockpile is mocking me. One week I manage to gather several chapters in there and then the next, they're all gone and I need to start over
Sometimes, thinking about the good times you had in the past just makes you sad ... It's not that current times don't have good things but just that losing something weighs a bit more on the mind when it is markedly over
I'm two-timing my stories. I should be rebuilding my stockpile and try to finish stuff up earlier but here I am, thinking about doing the next part of my other accounts novella after already finishing another one two days ago. Ah, I feel like such a scumbag
I finally finished the cover and it's so beautiful In fact, it's so beautiful I really want to go and post the story immediately but I gotta edit first
Me: So, do you have the results of my blood test?
Doctor: Yeah, yeah, we do. We're quite satisfied with them ... but we want you to go to a specialist.
Me: ... you sure about the first part?