There is nothing so nerve-wracking to me as waiting for someone to contact me. I spend a few minutes waiting for an email, and I feel like I’ve been waiting for hours. I start to panic. Why haven’t I heard from them? Did I offend them? Did I say something stupid? What the shit did
My brain is melting. The hot Arizona sun has invaded our home. The cooler broke, and now we’re all just hot as hell. It’s hard to work, and the heat kills happiness with tiny cruel daggers. It also slows our home’s work flow. The kids have to do school, Jenny and I have to work.
Guys. Seriously. I have a problem. I play with LEGO products, and I’m no good at keeping track of pieces. I’m reviewing some books from No Starch Press with LEGO directions and inspiration, and there are bricks all over the place. Kids, cats, a spouse, and fingers that shake a little too often add up
I’m learning the hard way that social life can be weird while working at home. I miss so many of my friends, but I can’t see everyone, because my groups are too varied, and I can’t go to everything. It sucks. Working at home makes my schedule more flexible, but it doesn’t mean I get
This morning, I’m a bit behind. Sometimes, writing all day for several days can kinda gum me up. I get locked into my own little world, and have a hard time stepping away. So today I’m taking a break. Jenny and I are working on our extensive to-do list, and I’m doing my best to
In my never-ending, but often suspended, effort to write my fantasy books, I gave myself a full work day yesterday. I typed for over 8 hours, at over 1,000 words an hour. I typed over 8,800 words in one long marathon, and I’m ready to do it again today. If I do this, and nothing
Thank you. Thank you. Thank you. A few hundred emails, messages, and letters later, my birthday is over. Holy shit dudes. If the Internet was slow at your house, it’s probably because my computer was hogging it all. I avoided my computer, phone, and such most of the day, so when I finally sat down…
Today, I leave behind one of my greatest anxieties. For some irrational reason, I’ve been afraid to turn 27 for years. As of this morning, that anxiety can pass. I’m 28, and I don’t have to worry about it anymore. In case you don’t know about the 27 Club, I’ll drop some sweet knowledge on
I do this thing when I’m bored, or a bird flies by, or someone clicks on their mouse a bunch of times, or… I just did it with my own post. I get bored, my mind drifts, and then I’m shocked into this moment of, “WTF just happened?!” It’d by okay if I were even
Some days, I sit down at my computer, see that blank page, and have no idea what is going on. It’s like walking into a room, walking back out, and walking back in, hoping that your brain will remember what the hell you were doing. Just like that, except with writing. Most of the time,
