I’m sick of writing a blank post with a few gibberish characters on it every day. From now on I’ll just update the CCW0809 page without further annotation here; if you want to comment on a story just mention in your comment which story you’re referring to.
Oh yeah, one other thing, a story of triumph under adversity if you like:
I started on some new meds as part of a pain regimen the other day, and they help some, but they also space me the fuck out. Under normal circumstances I probably wouldn’t notice the extraneous effect, which is a kind of mental linearity that I’m not used to, but I’ve been writing a story a day for a while and so I very clear notice the difference between my undoctored state and this one. Actually, now that I think about it, even my ‘undoctored’ state is doctored with another med, so maybe there would be even more upside possible if I wasn’t taking anything, although the downside of that would be I’d have to shoot myself.
Anyway, if you’ve ever tried to run through a swamp with water up to your waist, that’s how it’s felt to finish these fucking stories; and yet I finished them. I suppose we’ve reached the point where talking about this contest is like talking about your high school athletic feats — everybody who could possibly give a shit already knows, and nobody who doesn’t already know can’t understand — but this is really a noteworthy fact. To go from being unable to finish anything except under the most extreme and extraordinary circumstances (being transported to a floating orbital HQ for six weeks with nothing to do but write) to being able to finish something I feel at least reasonably good about every day, with a crazy-ass insane set of responsibilities, and now a drug induced haze — well, it’s a pretty big deal in these parts.
I’m up to over a month of a story every day now. A streak is an amazing thing.
This will be the last of these sorts of self-congratulatory jerkoffs.