I think sometimes I am a lazy bastard. I work long hours, sleep little, and am often run down because of this whole thing about sleep taking up a third of your life and how I want to cut that down to a fourth. However, I like being challenged from a writing perspective. Give me an assignment and bam, I am on that shit regardless of energy level or sanity (which is how I wrote this and this). Without that project or assignment though, I find myself unable to write long bodies of work or push myself to the brink. I juggle a lot but wish I had time to juggle more. I’m taking a staycation in August so I can finish my The Internet Is A Dangerous Place To Live MS and start whoring it out to publishers. If I could have one of those rooms from Dragonball Z where a week in the room equals an hour of time, I would be pretty happy. One Sunday in that room would allow me to get a fuckton done.
Jessica Maybury wrote this playfully threatening thing here. I actually responded to that challenge because, hey, ice picks are fun. This is what I sent her.
I am as hard as the icepick in your hand that your standing over me with while I’m in bed, the sheets so thick you cannot see the lone contractor building a new fort. I hope when you wound me, they are wide enough for your fingers to slide into. I’ll pretend I’m death rattling. I’ll pray you won’t find the graffiti of our future children inside the comforter.