The weekend is over, the week begins anew. And this is a very particular week for me, because there is so much going on . . .
First off, today is the Second Anniversary of this blog. Yes, it is true, I created my first point on 13 April, 2011, but that didn’t really count. Two years ago today I scribbled some nonsense, and I was . . . well, sort of creeping along, because I had no idea what the hell I should do with this space. You want to know something? I’m still not sure. But I keep coming back because it keeps getting funnier every time I’m here! Not to mention, you’re talkin’ to a . . .
Sorry. I must have mispronounced a star’s name three times.
Then we have 1 May, and that’s a time of celebration. It’s May Day, it’s International Workers Day–something we in the U. S. used to celebrate until we got pissed off at the Commies and said we were taking our holiday and going home–and it’s Beltane. Anyway you look at it, it’s the traditional start of summer, and time to enjoy the coming warmness. It’s also the start of Golden Week in Japan, which is suppose to be the one week when people get time off from their jobs–about they only time they get a holiday, actually. Golden Week is also the period where Japan sees its greatest number of suicides, and they put additional people on hotlines to handle the surge, so to speak. Why does this happen? Is it because the down time gives workers reason to reflect on their lives, and realize how their jobs turn it into a huge crap sack of nothingness? Probably one of the reasons they don’t do something like that here . . .
And then we get to the end of the week, and it’s 3 May, and we all know what that means? Yeah, Iron Man 3 opens. I, for one, do so want to see Pepper Potts in the suit; just something about a woman in powered armor brings out the nasty in me. Though I probably won’t see it right away, ’cause . . . aliens.
The mini-meltdown is over. Saturday happened, I sulked, I recovered. I finished up Her Demonic Majesty yesterday, compiled it, and sent it off for a look-see. I’m hopeful that I don’t get a lot of, “This totally sucks,” and if I do, screw it: it’s my novel. I’ll publish it anyway. I want it correct, but if they don’t care for it, so be it. It’s ready: I just don’t need typos to mess me up.
And I wrote an article. One about mecha, one that involved me having to put out the math skills. It was actually sort of fun to do, and I hope it is enjoyed. It’s always a crap shoot when you send out something like that, but it’s just another way to keep the writing going–
Which reminds me: I have nothing to do tonight. Nothing. It’s sort of sit and think time, I guess.
Or I can sit and do . . .
What a choice for Golden Week.