I tend to write in the morning. After morning coffee and writing comes whatever the day holds...work, more writing, family time, reading, maybe even some gaming. It just depends...but writing first, always. And once I start writing, I get an idea not only of what I'm writing about, but how the rest of my day will go. Hence, the shape of today.
Personally, I believe that Mother Nature is doing her best to ensure the insignificant inhabitants of the earth are unable to control their sarcastic protestations of any aspect of the weather.
I've found all of my cars to act erratic in extreme temperatures. Whether too cold or too hot, they're always a bit fussy during winter and summer. The Pen Commandments sounds like a good book to inspire writers a bit. I hope to pick up my pen again soon too!
I found this interesting as a console gamer. Growing up, I never had a good PC so I settled for consoles and never really gravitated to the master race.
Speaking of layoffs, quite a few gaming companies have been letting their employees go. I hope this isn't a bad sign and that the jobless developers can find a place somewhere.
:/ It feels like gaming is going downhill with the focus on heavy microtransactions and releasing half-finished software.
It's funny how your mind just kicks out random memories that seem to be prompted by nothing in particular. While getting ready for bed last night I had the strangest recollection...one of a childhood illness. Possibly because I just started on The End of the World As We Know It, a new anthology of stories inspired by Stephen King's The Stand.
I remembered my mother trying to keep me entertained when I was down with either the measles or the mumps...can't remember which, nor how old I was. I can't have been any older than five or six, because it was in our Newark apartment and we moved to the shore in '73 or so. Anyway, Mom made up an absurd story starring all of my stuffed animals--chief among them was Smokey, but I think I also had a stuffed Snoopy and possibly a bunny. In her story, which I only remember fragments of, they had all gathered at the kitchen table for a meal and were annoyed because it was late in coming. Mom described how they were all banging their forks and knives on the table, and for some reason I found this hilarious. I recall her laughing because I was laughing. Smokey, the rest of the stuffed toys, Mom, and possibly the apartment are all now long gone, but this funny partial story remains. Setting it down to keep it alive, and possibly because I can use it for a story of my own.
And because WDC wants me to update my blog. So there ya go!
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