Bacon, Baseball and Chickens

To the neighbor cooking bacon this evening. Mighty thoughtful of you. I’ll meet your challenge in the morning.

Anyway, the Tigers and Athletics had a doubleheader today. I didn’t see much of either game. We watched the last few innings of the afternoon game at my mom and dad’s house. The Tigers kicked ass, 6-0, and they ended the losing streak.

However, they seem hellbent on starting a new losing streak. The evening game just ended with the Athletics winning, 0-4.

My brother and I helped Dad expand the chicken pen.

Dreams

My dreams last night had me sweating very heavily. I remember that in one of them, I felt threatened. I grabbed my nearest pistol, which was the single-action .22 revolver, and went through the house closing the blinds and curtains. It was dark outside and I felt that someone was watching me.

Now, I’m awake at 6AM and I’m still feeling a little bit threatened.

Mood Flipped Over

I’m really pissed off all of sudden. When I was mowing the lawn, the lady who lives across the street came up to my fence to talk to me. Except I can’t hear a damn thing she’s saying. I told her I left my phone in the house and explained the Live Transcribe app that I have on the phone, and that I would get it. She knows I’m deaf.

So, I turned to head inside to get the phone, and she starts calling me back to the fence. I went back to the fence, and she just keeps talking and I can’t fucking hear her. I wanted to get my phone, but I didn’t want to be rude by walking away.

I’m reminded of a couple years ago, when she asked to me to have a beer and visit with her in her front yard. For a while, during that visit, she was willing to write what she was trying to say in a notebook, but at some point she decided that she didn’t want to do that anymore and insisted on just talking to me. That’s why I haven’t been back to visit.

Chicken Salads

I got up late today, with a craving for the Smoked Chicken Ceasar Salads that come from Maude’s Alabama BBQ. I ordered two through DoorDash. Been getting these salads a lot, but I usually get a burger and fries too. Today, I just wanted the salads.

Yesterday

I spent yesterday at my brother’s house. Was helping him with a few things. Afterwards we just sat around, played guitars and drank beer. His girlfriend brought over her dogs.

Stopping at 11 PM

I’m calling it in earlier today. I’m trying to start getting up early in the morning, instead of being up all night. Haven’t been having much luck with that, but I’m trying.

Novel 6
Words Added: 460
Total Wordcount: 99,707
Total Pagecount: 491

Story 45
Words Added: 448
Total Wordcount: 2,261
Total Pagecount: 11

Creepy Late Night

I was up till 7:45 AM last night. The new story is a ghost story and I guess it’s coming out well, because it’s creeping me out as I write it.

I’ve been stopping production to watch the Tigers, and then get back to work as soon as the game is over. My desired minimum is still five pages into the novel and five pages into the story, and there’s a number of other things on the task list that I want done each day before I call it a night.

Depending on how focused I am on a given day, it can indeed take me into the late morning hours. Last night, I was so fucking tired when I completed that last page, I immediately shut my computer down and went straight to bed.

The Tigers and Yankees are on now. It’s still Spring Training. The Tigers’ regular season starts April 8.

Novel 6
Words Added: 953
Total Wordcount: 98,449
Total Pagecount: 485

Story 45
Words Added: 1,080
Total Wordcount: 1,080
Total Pagecount: 6

Back in the Slammer

I’m in Facebook jail again, for posting this:

I swear to God, this system they have on Facebook is dumb as fuck. Last time, I was locked up for suggesting the court of law should give the death sentence to people who commit treason. This time, it’s for expressing my anger.

Both times, they called it incitement of violence. If they bothered to look at the entire context of these posts, they might see how stupid their system is. But they don’t do that. They take little remarks out of context and lock your ass up, giving you no opportunity to clarify what you meant.

While in lockup, I can’t post or comment on Facebook. I can only read other people’s posts and use the messenger. I should be out in a couple days, but I expect my account will have some restrictions for a while, just so they can make sure I’m properly punished for my offenses.

Anyway, I got in a little more writing last night. The current scores:

Novel 6
Words Added: 305
Total Wordcount: 96,549
Total Pagecount: 475

Story 44
Words Added: 319
Total Wordcount: 998
Total Pagecount: 6