Shauna ICQ’d me the other day and praised some of …
Shauna ICQ’d me the other day and praised some of my recent entries. It made me feel good, because I really respect her site and it means a lot to me.
But you know what? I’m tired of looking at my stats. I’m tired to looking to see if people have linked to me, or if anyone is reading my site. I’m not going to bother with a comments section, because I don’t write this stuff to get comments. If you have them, fine, send me an email. But as far as hits and stats and links, etc., they’re meaningless. I’ll never be a popular A-list site, and so what if I were? Would it make any difference whatsoever to my life? If so, how? Please explain using the standard essay format required for this test. Be sure and use a sharpened #2-grade pencil.
Last night after work I made my way in a cab through the tortuous seas of traffic, down to the building where I have sword class. The lights were on in the building, so I got out and went in, only to discover that they were still working on it, electricity had only recently been restored, and sword class would have to wait another week. Damn, I was really looking forward to that, too.
So, feeling like crap, I got another cab and spent the next hour trying to get to the Sheraton to meet Dean and Graham for food, drink, and general conversation. When I got there they were sitting in the cheesy hotel piano bar drinking beers as a cheesy lounge act crooned 70’s love songs at a volume loud enough to seriously handicap any conversation within a three-block radius.
Dean told me that I shouldn’t worry about naming names in my book, and I suppose that makes sense, since everything in there actually happened, and my opinions are obviously my own. Plus it would be too much work to go through and change all the names anyway. Perhaps I’ll do it for the Chinese version, though. If one of my subjects turns out to be the leader of a religious sect and sets a price on my head for my description of him in my book, you can rest assured that, no matter what country I am exiled to, Dean will be coming along.
Getting back to my next step: I’m not sure. I need to get away for a while, I think. How long, I don’t know. Maybe I’ll just pack up and go to Australia like I had originally planned. I honestly don’t know what else to do.
As for the here and now, I want to finish the first real rough draft of my book this weekend, which means I’d better get started editing. The weather today is grey and drizzly anyway, so it’s not like I’m missing some wonderful trip somewhere. I also need to find a replacement for me at work for when I’m away, because going through badly written documents and adding the word “the” is becoming rather tedious, and I’m not sure how much longer I can keep it up without going completely insane, perhaps in so subtle a fashion that nobody notices, but also perhaps in a big way which involves even larger-scale acts of public indecency than I am normally accustomed to carrying out.
