Nothing much to report, except that I have a little earworm which has been tunneling it’s way through my brain over the last few days. I listen to it on repeat when I write, when I go to the store, when I take breaks . . . you get the idea. The song is “GOOD” by Erin McCarley, and you can listen to it here:
What sorts of earworms have you had? Tell me in the comments.
Me: What a nice relationship and life you have there.
My Character: Yes. 🙂
Me: Wouldn’t it be a shame if —
My Character: No.
Me: I fucked you up next chapter.
My Character: 😥
As of my last post, this was the number of posts in this blog. It’s now 667, but I was nonetheless humored by the 666. 😈
Me: *packing for major trip*
Me: *notices something crucial has gone missing*
Me: *turns entire apartment upside down looking for said crucial thing*
Me: *finds the fucking thing where I would pack it*
Me: Oh, very clever.
I am so close to finishing the final edits on this short story — and therefore being done with said story — I can taste it.
Come to Daddy.