Fuckity Frig Frig Fuck

Aight...so, the story ain't going all that well. I mean I've got my characters, I know what the story is about, I know what happens at the beginning of the story, most of what happens in the middle, and some of what happens at the end. But it seems like too much of it is too close to too many other people's stories. And it seems like the style I had in my head isn't quite working out. Too much pronoun confusion, too much confusion about what's going on. When I lose track of who is doing what in Chapter 1 you know I need to think about it more. So that's what I'm going to do, stop and think about it more for a bit.

I've also just been sketching out another story idea that I'll probably never get to but I sort of like so maybe I'll do a bit of that here too.


I forgot my cellphone at home when I went by my dad's earlier today so I missed an early call from one of the guys which may have turned into something to do tonight and I missed an "old friend's" first call and message and by the time I got it I figured it was too late to stop by. So instead I'm sitting here in my office just short of midnight listening to The Pogues, drinking cheap scotch, wondering why one of my driver's is wandering around the lot in the middle of the night, and wishing I'd done something with tonight.

But all in all not being too disappointed with the fact that I haven't.

Odd.