Not that they read anything else...
To say that my website sat vacant for three days this week would technically be incorrect. To say that my site was only visited by people interested in dressing as Joe the Plumber for Halloween and that no new content was added would be far more appropriate. Granted, the truth is a bit more long winded and so I understand why you would make such accusations, I just wanted to point out that it’s technically not true. To back that up, I’ve brought a graph.
So what have I been doing other than writing?
Coughing. First and foremost. At some point on Monday I started feeling rather crummy, and that general feeling is still hanging over me. I’ve been chasing the orange pill with orange juice, and that’s been a bit of a help, but for the majority of this week I’ve been in a bit of a fog.
Reconnecting. I started talking with an old friend over the course of this week. We’d been talking about collaborating on a long-form project of some sort for a while now. Well, yesterday we started tossing ideas back and forth and we’re currently hashing out the plot for a character-driven, smarmy and sharp screen play. Oddly enough, I’m not going to be writing this one with Sophocles (as I’ve written my three previous screen plays). As Justin lives in Oregon, and I live in Virginia, we’re going to give Zhura.com a shot, and see how that works out for us.
Writing. Just not for the internet. Okay, not for myself on the internet. All the writing that I’ve been able to do between foggy spaces has been for work. The volumes not as high as I’d like, but the fog that is my current cold is a bit heavy and inconsiderate to my needs.
I’m hoping that I feel better as the weekend pushes on, I’ve got an ever-expanding list of articles to write for here. See? I was thinking ahead this time.
Bradley Robb likes TV and books, and has an intense dislike for cinnamon. Once, Bradley stopped a Soviet T-60 with his middle finger. Bradley writes speculative fiction and edits Fiction Matters, and never really got the hang of talking about himself in the third person.
See, and for a moment I swore you were gonna talk about “Tales of Vesperia” and I got excited.
Looking forward to new content — and I can even blog-argue with ya now ;-)
Oddly, while Joe the Plumber should feel shame over milking his 15 minutes, he doesn’t. But I do.
Yes, we can become blogging buddies. Which sounds like something that a priest would yell at you for…
Sweet graph.
PS I want to be in the screenplay! But only if you can make my character far more awesome than I actually am. And I don’t want to get killed off either.
Yeah, graphs are like numbers’ cooler, older, art school buddies that buy them beer.