Perfunctory Update

The interviews and subsequent profiles have finally been progressing. I have 3 more to do, one of which is in a tight timeline. Ironically, I don’t have  phone number for the hurried one, so there’s not much I cn do other than politely pester via email. I submitted an old one-act play to the cabaret, so we’ll see if they accept it or send it away for being far longer than the requested 30 minutes.

I’ve worked out the beginning of the space story: It will be a monologue from a female survivor of earth’s last days. I might do it for next year’s cabaret.

Various other story details, ideas and notes have percolated up while I’ve been slightly dormant due to cold. Hopefully I can kick into gear in the next few days, both creatively and athletically.

Something About Something related to Nothing

Who loves lists? I know I do, albeit unorganized and hazy lists that are unrecorded and change depending on my whims. The specific list I’m building up now is a list of topics that I will never care about, no matter how earnest or excited the speaker is. These topics are, in no particular order:

1. Figs/miniatures (ridiculously expensive tiny metal or plastic figurines to be used in overly complicated and tedious strategy games. Warhammer 40K as an example). I understand that your tiny men are super special and powerful in your mind, but please stop telling me about them.

2. MMOs, specifically World Of Warcraft. I know the game is a monument to repetition and is the most complex chat room you could ever enter, but there is no place on earth that slang from the game will sound cool, you giant sad nerd.

3. Sex Fetishes. It brings me a small amount of sadness to be made aware of the insanely detailed and time-consuming preparatory work you need to achieve the level of arousal that I can get by doing nothing at all. But needing pre-work and instruction manuals in the bedroom isn’t something to brag about, so hush up. And stop saying ‘Vanilla’ as if I should be embarrassed that I don’t need wax/fire/3 ring circus to get my rocks off.

I do what again?

So, a week has passed with no responses from my interviewees. As well, my employer has not replied to a followup email either. My faith in these people actually existing is beginning to slip. Perhaps I created them all within my mind to allay my terror at the financial future.

To compound my lack of output, my creative writing is at a standstill. Procrastinating for no good reason, unless a whiny ‘I’m tired’ counts as a top-notch excuse these days.  And totally unrealted to writing but another let down, the run I went on that I thought/assumed was 5km was actually 3.5km. Oh well. At least the boy had fun today.