You know, continuing the trend from two days ago, it’s only 110 days until this blog has 1,000 posts. Actually nearer to 108 as I believe there are two(?) essays from the first year I uploaded alongside. Kinda clunky but whatever. It’s bizarre as this blog is, well, pointless. Don’t get me wrong, I like it because it’s pointless and irreverent, but aside from the people who seem to have set up automatic likes on every few posts – I know that’s what you’re doing by the way, I turned off the like button weeks ago – this stuff is only seen by me and a few oddball friends anyway. I wonder if I ever ‘make it big’ – god forbid – if people will comb these entries for insights. If so, apologies for all the random fluff you’ll have to wade through.
Speaking of random fluff, I feel as if TBS started strong, and now I’ve hit a wall where all I can think to do is exposition. That is clearly a bad sign as who the heck wants to read that? I’ll just fix it in the rewrite but, I feel a bit like I haven’t got my footing yet, even though this is one of my more fleshed out stories. I have more of the plot for this book than the trilogy I’m writing after it. I think it might be more my fatigue is making the words a little harder to form, but if I could just, you know, not write at 11pm then maybe I wouldn’t feel so tired. Just kidding I feel tired all day. Man I need to fix this routine. Again…
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