Category: Misc

Misc, On Writing, Writing

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

Misc, On Writing, Writing

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

Misc, On Writing, Writing

My production was brought to a screeching halt yesterday, because of some bullshit I’m too lazy to go into details about. Nothing personal. Just computer shit fucking up. I didn’t get it resolved until late this afternoon.

So, yesterday’s production was much lower than it might have been. This is yesterday’s score:

Novel 6
Words Added: 394
Total Wordcount: 95,523
Total Pagecount: 471

Story 44
Words Added: 263
Total Wordcount: 381
Total Pagecount: 3

There might or might not be a score to report for today, because I’m already tired out.

Misc, On Writing, Writing

I placed an order through DoorDash tonight. I guess there was a problem. The Dasher tried to call me a couple times, but I don’t take phone calls. I have instructions with every order that say “Deaf, please text.” When I didn’t answer the phone after the second call, they canceled the order.

Some people don’t know what the word “deaf” means.

Anyway, I pulled an all-nighter and hammered down 10 pages of fiction, 5 pages-1,174 words to the novel and 5 pages-747 words to the story. I really need to have more days of high production like this. Been havng too many days of low production.

Okay, it’s 6:15 in the morning. Good night. See you tomorrow.

Misc, On Writing, Writing

I wonder if my friends from Lynch remember a time when all the students and teachers were assembled in the gym, where, like always, we sat on the floor and looked dumbfoundedly up at the adult staffers as they talked.

I think it was after Mrs. Robinson retired and Mr. Whitlock replaced her as principal. It might have been Whitlock’s first year as principal.

I don’t know what the assembly was about. I couldn’t really hear anything they were saying. But I remember when it was over, students were handed black garbage bags that were full of candy bars.

I did not understand that we were supposed to sell these candy bars. I thought God had tipped his hat in our direction and these candy bars were ours to happily stuff our faces with.

Now that I think about it, that whole thing was poorly executed. We were kids. I was probably seven or eight at the time, and someone had just handed me a garbage bag full of candy bars. I can’t be the only one who didn’t understand what we were supposed to do with these candy bars.

Then we were trudging across the school, awkwardly hauling these massive bags. The bags were actually kind of heavy. I don’t know how many bars were in my bag, but I think it was at least a hundred. Maybe more.

We carried these bags onto the buses to take home, where we were expected to sell to our neighbors. A lot of us lived in the same subdivisions. Meaning individual neighbors could be approached multiple times by different kids.

I didn’t see anyone doing the door-to-door thing, so I don’t know how it played out. I remember my dad was mad about me eating the candy bars, because he had to pay for them. I ate a few.

My dad took them away. I was under the impression that he had sold them to guys at work. But now, I think he probably just gave them back to the school. He did give me one bar that he bought out of the rest.

Novel 6
Words Added: 559
Total Wordcount: 78,107
Total Pagecount: 386

Story 42
Words Added: 655
Total Wordcount: 2,287
Total Pagecount: 12