Getting out of this rut

With the help of, like, so much water.

Whoops

I missed posting last week, and I’m worried I won’t make it this week. I know I will, because I’m forcing myself to write, which is required sometimes. But I’ve been having a tough time writing, and I know it’s not all the Marvel Rivals and Spider-Man I’ve been playing.

Marvel Rivals has been fun though. My friend Jason has been pushing for us to play competitive and it’s been a good time chatting while we game. It’s like hanging out in college again, but I’m not constantly drunk.

I’m a big supporter of Stephen King’s philosophy for writing.

Just write.

This has seriously been the best advice I’ve ever gotten in regards to being creative. The muse visiting you is great, but you can’t wait on that. Just put whatever trash you’re gonna make out there, then pick out the banana peels and coffee grounds and you have a beautiful half eaten Hot Pocket.

I lost the plot there a little bit.

I’ve been growing more concerned that whatever I’m writing isn’t good enough to publish, which is old behavior before I sat down and actually wrote. I look at my writing as molding clay. The blank page is the blob of earthen clay and each word, each sentence, each paragraph I place into the document is me pushing, molding, tearing away the blob until I have an ashtray. Or whatever kids would make from clay in the 80’s and 90’s. I made a Venus flytrap once, it might still be in my parents’ attic.

It’s been tougher to create since the current administration took charge and started enacting their agenda. That’s all I’ll say on the matter because I’m not well spoken enough with politics or economics to properly express how I feel. I sure feel frustrated to put it kindly.

What I CAN do with my words is write flash fiction that lets my characters tackle these problems in terms I do understand. Like using theirsuper powers to stand up to capitalist zombie robber barons (working on that one, want to make it a comic book one day) or battling power hungry vampires even though you hate your job (more Sean Houston coming) and maybe satire fashion blogs that go into the latest in “anti-tear gas fashion” (I’m not saying you HAVE to protest, but having information never hurt).

Bring it on Home

I hope everyone sort of enjoys this semi diary-esque post. I’ve been searching for the words to express how I feel about the world and humanity right now.

Oh snap, “Little Willy” by Sweet just popped onto my shuffle. This song is so good, and I’ve gotten really into Sweet ever since James Gunn put them in the Guardains of the Galaxy soundtracks. They’re the band that does “Ballroom Blitz”

It won’t feel like it because I’ll clean up the typos and the grammar errors, but this is the most stream of consciousness post I’ve made, it feels pretty vulnerable, I hate it. Time to make a joke.

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CRAP. I got nothing.

Ha, nailed it.

Anyway, I just wanted to get back into the routine of posting here and keeping a schedule to show potential comedy or writing job places I can produce quality (usually good) content on a regular schedule. Ignore that this dropped on Saturday-wait, sorry, Sunday.

Wild how it’s actually Monday.

I’ll probably push my weekly posts to Thursdays, maybe add something to Mondays. I’ll figure that out.

In the meantime, pick a different post to share with people who don’t read this. I recommend the “Screw it, I’ll Make my Own Zodiac Signs” or any of the Sean Houston flash fictions.