So I guess I'm trying to expand that short story into a little book, novella, a serial, what have you. I only have two whole pieces written out, the one that I posted last week and another event that happens down the line. I'm kind of frustrated with it, because I want to keep things pretty mundane but it's slowly turning into some kind of ghost story (not a horror story, but something supernatural) just by logical progression.

My writing process is interesting. I don't know how to really write (as you can tell from my numerous posts on here about antiques and such) so getting actual words on paper is like sucking a really thick malt through a straw, that is sometimes the struggle seems to be part of the fun and other times I just want my fuxking malt. I have an half hour commute to and from work on a good day, so I do a lot of thinking on the story to kill time and I think about having Event X happen cause it sounds like something I want to write but to make it work I have to write Event D first and in order to make that work I need to write Event N but now I have to revise Event X slightly to address a change in the mood, symbolism, metaphysics, what have you. Meanwhile, I have a bunch of holes to fill and no idea how to fill them yet. I have a rough outline in my head that gets revised every other day. I have character designs in my head that get revised every other day. I have (minor) metaphysical laws in my head that get revised every other day. The only thing that hasn't changed is the underlying message that I want my story to convey, which if I've learned from my poetry classes, I should never share it because different people find meaning in your works that you never knew were there but totally make sense.

I blame my love for comics and D&D on this endeavor. I blame television. I blame my wife who keeps on getting me to try new things instead of doing the same old everyday. I don't know how, but I'm sure Hubski is somehow to blame too.

Barney Miller is still amazing. Night Court has seemed to have suddenly lost its appeal to me. Yesterday rummaging through the dollar bins at the comic shop I was reminded of just how many comic companies have come and gone. I also remember the dollar bins used to be a quarter. Damn inflation.