Yesterday, I finished cleaning up an old 9,000-word story of mine. It was slow going through that thing, because every paragraph was a disaster that needed fixing. It was not well written at all. This wasn’t the rough draft, either. Though I haven’t touched the story in years, I had gone over it many times, and it was still awful. I can’t believe I ever submitted that story for publication in the state it was in.
Today, I’m going over a new 18,000-word story, that is a rough draft. I finished writing it months ago, but haven’t had a chance to clean it up yet. Getting through this story is much easier. There are things I need to fix here and there, but not much., and I like the way it rolls.
Today was somewhat productive. If I’d gotten up a few hours earlier and stayed the hell off Facebook, I might’ve gotten everything done.
The Tigers are beating the Brewers. 6-1, 6th inning.
Will somebody explain this to me in a way that makes sense? I keep hearing that a third party vote goes to one or the other leading candidates. How does this work exactly? When people vote third party, does someone then dump those votes into Trump’s box or Biden’s box?
Also, Democrats claim that a third party vote is a Republican vote, while Republicans claim a third party vote is a Democrat vote. So, which is it?
I’m not voting third party, but I don’t like how people from the two leading parties shit on people who want to vote third party.
The Tigers just won again. They were whuppin’ ass, but almost blew it in the 9th. 7-6. They’re in 4th place.
I’m a racist. I try not to be, but there are times when I think or say things that are racist. I will always be a work in progress and I don’t believe there will ever be a day when I can say with honesty “I’m not racist.”
I want to apologize to every person of color who ever heard something from me or noticed some reaction of mine that made them uncomfortable.
On one hand, I’m relieved that he survived, but on the other hand, I’m sad that his life will not be what it once was.
Black Lives Matter!
Last night I dreamt that Morgan Freeman and I were talking about the blues club he owns and Christone “Kingfish” Ingram who played there a couple months ago.