Oh, such is the aftermath of sleeping with the Luna Moth. I make it through the night without waking at some ridiculous time of the morning, but the next day forces you to deal with the hangover for many, many hours. It’s never fun; in fact, it can be a dangerous thing when you’re out on the highway surrounded by idiots–as I’ll be this afternoon.
At the moment I’m trying to analyze business intelligence software–always a fun thing–and write this. I’m sort of failing at both ends, because my body is revolting against me, saying, “No, you can’t make your fingers move that way, because it feels funny to us.” Also, these companies don’t want to give me a quote on their software: the want me to try it first. I don’t want to try it, I just want to know how much of my money you’re going to take. There is no “try”, there is only, “How much, Bunky?”
Since I didn’t write anything last night–I was on Skype with my therapist, and by the time that was through I was inching into ten PM territory–I did polish up an old game review and sent it off to the guy who’d asked me about them the other night. Yes, I found some errors; yes, I did rewrite part of it because it felt very clumsy in some areas. Mostly I rewrote things because I know how now to tell the same tell better, and I want to see things looking nice and shiny before I send them out into the Interwebs again.
One of the things I’ve seen over the years is how good some of the stuff I wrote three, four, five years back is today. It’s not perfect, but it’s readable in a good way. I still get ideas across; I still manage to make the right points; I still manage to let what passes for “my humor” present itself upon the page.
What I’m saying it the writing was good, and it was something of which I am proud.
In fact, I was just looking over another review I did in 2011, and while there are a few issues here and there, I have no problems with it. Sure, a clean up is in order, and I might have to correct something were I to republish it because a few things have changed since the original publication, but it’s not as if I need to perform massive triage to get it presentable. It is . . . good.
If the two reviews I sent in are deemed worthy, them I’m probably going to send a few of these other things that I penned. I’m also looking and publishing some–wait for it–new articles, because I’d once made the promise to do so, and I should follow through, should I not? I was even looking at some research material because that’s what I do, even if I don’t want to write. But since I likely will, the reading came in handy.
The plan is to finish Suggestive Amusements this weekend or early next week–but that doesn’t mean I won’t write something else in the meantime.
After, every little bit helps.