Yesterday I wrote… something. Small thing, that goes hand in hand with what other stuff I’ve written creatively here lately. Not a story. Just a scene. A piece of whatever. Since it was the Little Byrd and her grandmother characters again, I guess it’s a continuation of whatever that little universe is. Which I still don’t know what. But they were an easy go to.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The concept of writing it goes back to the If-Tober list I made for Levi last week. I am trying to trick my brain into doing something with it myself. Since I don’t draw, this is all I had. But I feel like the time someone puts into a drawing for these prompts each day is likely far greater than whatever it is I am (attempting to be) writing for them. So I feel shitty about it.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
But I’m prone to feeling shitty about what I write. So I’m trying to not focus on that.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Like anything else, I am going to under-promise… and then likely under-deliver. Can I do this each day in October? No. I’m pretty sure I won’t at any rate. I didn’t make the list for writing. I made it for Levi to draw. Because all of those words I could see him coming up with something brilliant and fun with. But they’re not that for me. So I’ll have to see what happens.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I should have planned better. But I would therefore have to have planned at all.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Hey, but in other good news, Erin’s been sick and now has to get Covid-tested on Monday. So she can’t go back to work until at least Thursday next week. Which is going to be a bit of a financial hit (used to those), but also is a nice amount of worry in the sense of HOLY SHIT, DOES MY WIFE HAVE COVID??? So it’s been a really brilliant fucking week all the way around. As someone that is stressed all the time, with good reasons or not, this one has been a real dick-kicker. I’d love to just see the tunnel for what it is, be excited about the eventual exit into the light… But today’s not the day.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
And that’s it really. It’s a good thing I stopped going by the name “Chipper” when I was a pre-teen because I would only be able to use the moniker ironically at this point.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"