So my internal clock is all messed up due to Daylight Savings Time. It's 9:30 PM, but it feels like 10:30, so instead of being fairly awake, I have insomnia. You didn't think that's what I'd say! Two for flinching. I don't actually have insomnia, I don't think. I think if I were to get …
Category: Writing
The Autumn of Discontent
So the Summer of Dying continued. My dear friend Ashley lost her dear friend Dylan, who was a sixteen-year-old dog, but was also a strange and interesting guy who liked to stare at you and chomp his teeth silently. He left her heart and home empty, like Cali left ours. It's a tough emptiness to …
Better Off, but Still No Progress
So my sad personal issue has resolved itself, only to be replaced by others, but that's fine. Such is life. What are you gonna do? It is what it is. How many other stupid platitudes can I fit here before I start hating myself? I'm out and about with the hubs today. I have freelance …
Things Got Better Until They Didn’t.
So that last post was a little stupid, I'll admit. I think I was probably drinking a little. This one isn't going to be any better, but I'm sober. Buckle up. Since I last wrote, I managed to revise the first half-ish of my book enough to submit it to my writing group for their …
Working on Some This, Working on Some That.
I did a little freelance work this morning, and then I actually sat down and started revising and working on my novel. Welcome to the State of Beck Address. Here are my talking points: I'm going through a midlife crisis. I'm turning 42 in a few months, so this should surprise no one. I've got …
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Back Again so Soon?
Yes, I am back again, so soon. Two days in a row of using this as a crutch to get me going. I did have a very productive day yesterday, though, after I wrote my last post. I punched up a few things and I submitted three different stories to two different places (Shock Totem …
UGH, You’re Stupid
You're probably thinking, "Jeez, Beck, that title is really rude and accusatory." While it's true that I am generally both of those things, the title is directed at myself, not you. Don't project; it's ugly. So why am I calling myself stupid? The usual reasons. Also: I haven't written in here in a long ass …
And Another Month Goes By.
So now it's been another month since my last post, which was about how I hadn't posted in four months. I think it was about some other stuff, too, but it was so boring I stopped caring. So today, I'm at Steap and Grind in Fishtown, and I just sat down with my blueberry crumble …
Long Time, No See
Beck procrastinates. What a surprise. Looks like I haven't written anything here since April, which to my shock and terror (Birdemic!) was four months ago. I've been really busy with my big kid job, and with being sort of miserable, but I'm trying to get back on the creativity bus. I have actually worked on …
Happy Birthday to My Dad. Miserable President’s Day to Cheeto Mussolini.
I have the day off (sort of; I still went into work for a little while), so I'm out and about in the world, trying to get some shit done. It's President's Day, which used to just sort of mean that banks and courts were closed, and now it means I have to remember our …
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