Weird Writer Wednesday

I have some terror to talk out of my chest because five of my books are floating in the void.

I did have plns to continue the fanficcery, but I should probably go off about the whole "no pressure" thing.

All the better for my mental health. Which is a little frayed right now. Economic shiznit directly related to arseholes not paying Beloved is super fun to deal with.

...and something-something Beloved not telling me her only income was the business she had as a side gig. Yes, she's awesome at it, but all the same. One arsehole can ruin all the good things we had lined up.

And the day's story, of course.

No pressure.

I think I shall do a New Year's Boast. Mix in the things I aim to accomplish with 10000% horseshit that nobody can possibly get away with. The neat thing about a boast is nobody expects any of it to happen.

Which is a concept I'll have to explain in my OpEd Blog for the slow of mind. In excruciating detail.

Because some of my readers have failed reading comprehension and take everything I say literally, or figure that The Killer could

We. Need. Stuff.

I also need to write a rant, write a story, and work on other stories. With or without consultation involving a fellow writer.

My ankle objected to taking Mayhem out to work so I need to put on the brace before I take off on the usual Leyland's Tour. At least the list is short and the economic load is light this time. Huzzah.

Stuff coming out whenever I manage to get it done, of course.

I shall ice

I overspent again just making sure we had adequate supplies. Much though I'd love to pull my head in, we do run out of stuff.

And Mayhem has the Lurgi. It's so bad he's asked for "Shandy" - my horrible concoction of an omnicure. I made sure he also has a source of chicken soup.

In a few minutes, I shall begin making my offerings public. Starting with the storytime video. I have a co-op story to get on with, the rant

I really wanna start playing Death Stranding... but I have offerings to make. And a son to drive to public transit. And fetch back at the end of the day.

So I shall make an effort to make an effort before slagging off to shiny distraction land. With life interrupting, of course.

The new prompt is out on the Archive and I got in first, huzzah. Thought of some questions shortly after posting so I'll see how I go there.

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