there won't be any stories up in the near future. it is fucking a billion degrees, and doing anything more than "sweating to death" is too much effort. you said the trades would be back last week, kanoe. there were no trades. today you're like, "whoops! honolulu didn't have a record, but the other islands did!" make the sky suck less, kanoe.
i'm also thinking (once it cools down and i can catch up some) that i should start making story "traps." the idea is that once i have the outline finished, i schedule that as a blog post for a year in the future. then, if i slack off and don't write the story in that year, the outline just goes up and i admit that i'm bad at this. i think that provides a bit more incentive to actually sit my butt down and write some.
which i would have today during the hours of nothing to do that i spent dying from the heat. i'm going to blame the heat for why this morning's dream stories were all horror when i intentionally went back to snooze expecting sexy-fun dreams.
and i was dumb on friday night and logged in to a dating site i haven't used in years, and immediately got a message that i've been ignoring. i should really have a pre-written "i'm sorry that i'm terrible at being a human being" note to send when that happens.
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