July 23rd, 2021 – 1,031

This is technically my 900th blog post, although again that includes the two essays I wrote on here some time ago. I really need to rehome those at some point to make this feed cleaner. As it is, on day 1,033, it will be 900 days since day 133. Sounds arbitrary and meaningless when I put it like that, and in a way, that’s because 900 posts is arbitrary and meaningless. I’m wary of any kind of milestone celebration after 1K1K, but I figured it was worth acknowledging if nothing else. And as far as fake-day-900 goes, it goes good. 11:06 at time of writing this line, target banked just under an hour ago, and a 1,550 word target at that.

TBS is a bit of a special case novel. I alluded to this yesterday, but after sleeping on it I feel it’s worth noting that of all the stories in the STO arc, TBS is the one I ‘imagine’ in my head the most. Funny story, for those who look back on this one long after I publish it: I came up with this plot about 4 years before the Coronavirus. Did I predict covid? God no, it was a total coincidence, but TBS has become a book I believe I’ve said publicly I had no intention of writing: a covid novel. It’s a good thing I’m not bothered by publicity, because that’s not going to be a USP when I put this book out into the world. Still, in a weird way, covid is the perfect fit for the story I wanted to tell.

Early target is such a nice feeling. It’s been a while since I felt this in control at the end of a busy work week, and I’d missed the relaxed calm that comes with being on the ball. I’ll even go to Mana later, at long last. In my journal today, I wrote that things seem to be getting back to normal, then lamented just how many times I’ve said that before, only for everything to fall apart again. I said that you just have to have hope sometimes. Life enters dark places when you don’t feel things are changing for the better. Sometimes, you have to hope for that change to stick, to have any chance of it doing so. I guess, yet again my imaginary readers, we shall see.