Today was not a good day for writing–well, it was and it wasn’t. For the most part I’ve doing a lot of editing on my last story, and I’ve cranked through a little over half the scenes and maybe 45% of the story. (I have one scene coming up that’s 8300 words, and that’s 30% of the story, so I’ve got my work cut out for me.) The edits are actually fun, because after burning through my story in 22 days I’m surprised to revisit and see where stuff needed to be cut, where stuff needed to be explained . . . for the most part, however, the first draft rocked.
So what did I do today? Game and worry.
I wrote scenes for a game that I’ve been doing off and on and the scenes took up a lot of time. Most than I thought they would. It’s strange how trying to encapsulate some minute event in 100 words or so takes up so much of your time. And I did a lot of those scenes; maybe 40. So that’s 3000, 4000 words, and before you know it you’ve got a real story on your hands. If only I did that for money–
Which brings up the worry: money. Namely lack there of. No joke that money is getting very, very tight, and after the end of next month operations cash is a true worry. Need to make some calls in the next couple of days to see if I can fix that, but . . . I need to find something that’s going to bring in cash.
My mood was not helped by something I read on The Corner, which is pretty Mordor for the Conservative Batshit Insane. Gee, I was surprised to discover that, according to the writer (who I refuse to name on the grounds dicks don’t deserve press), if I would only stay married, get a degree, work hard, and maybe go to church once in a while I’ll never be poor!
Hummm . . . let me see. I’ve got a degree in computers and worked in the field for 25 years. Sure, I’m on a second marriage, but my first one lasted 13 years and my current one is 13 and counting, and my daughter is a straight A student in middle school. I don’t do church, but I do know the difference between right and wrong–and between the truth and mendacious bullshit.
In short, the “author” (and by that I mean someone who long ago discovered that “gai” is a legitimate adjective) can kiss my shiny white ass. Try being 50+ in an age where companies view their employees as a necessary evil and are praying for the day when Chinese-style slave labor (only with less suicides because, lets face it, we do have fewer people) becomes the norm. Anymore I’m all for lining CEOs up along Wall Street and putting them out of our misery.
Am I being mean? No. If I was really mean I’d swear a lot more.
And if anything, I’m all about keeping it SFW.