I’ve been devouring a shit ton of fiction for the last week. Here’s what I’ve been watching and reading.
This show is amazing. There are ten episodes in the first season—of which I’ve watched eight so far—and the second season premiers on Saturday. If you haven’t seen it yet, you totally should. And you shouldn’t let anyone tell you anything about it until you’ve watched at least the first three episodes.
There are 40 (!) books in this series and this weekend I tore through the first three: The Colour of Magic, The Light Fantastic, and Equal Rites. I loved them and still can’t believe I’ve never read Terry Pratchett until now.
Another author I can’t believe I’ve never read is Isaac Asimov. I vaguely remember picking something or other of his up back when I was a kid—like, age ten—but being bored to tears by it. Well, I decided to give his Robot series a go and it’s awesome. It took me half a day to read I, Robot and I jumped into The Caves of Steel about an hour later.
I was also going to pick up his Foundation series but apparently those books don’t survive in used book stores for long.
In other news, it snowed last night.
Things are going a little better today. More specifically, my novel is going better.
I’m at a point in the thing where I have to make so many changes that it’s much more like writing a first draft than working on a second. And I’ve been more or less stuck there for three or four days.
Well, I finally found the way out this morning. That alone did a lot to improve my mood.Also? Getting something approaching a decent night’s sleep didn’t hurt either.
I’m avoiding my novel right now, so I decided to work on this site. In particular, I dropped several pages, edited the two which were left, and changed the colors and fonts. I wanted to go with a very minimalist look and feel this time around.
So why am I avoiding my novel? Because writing is hard.
And it sucks.
And I suck.
It’s been one of those dismal, “I’m a huge failure at life!” days. Well, one of those weeks, actually.
I’d write something here which sounds stupidly upbeat and optimistic, or at least humorously self-deprecating, but I can’t even manage that right now.
Maybe this is just the whole turning 37 thing I didn’t think would really bother me. Or maybe it’s just that the words haven’t come easily the last few days and I have to keep bashing my head against the keyboard to get them out.
Either way, I feel fucking useless right now, and not at all like I want to post this, but I also kind of feel like I have to. I’m just so tired of smiling at everyone, telling people “I’m fine” when asked, and trying to pretend that nothing’s wrong.
Mainly, I’m just tired.
This weekend was very nearly a total wash. I had all these things I wanted or needed to get done and I pretty much did the bare minimum. And while I can write off part of my slacking to a few niggling physical ailments which cropped up, most of it was just good, old-fashioned not giving a shit.
I did some errands I couldn’t put off any longer, puttered at my novel, and managed to get out for a walk or two. Other than that it was hanging out with my daughter, watching television, and playing with my new phone.
Since I’ve got nothing to write about today, let’s talk about TableTop.
If you haven’t seen the show, you really should. It’s hosted by Wil Wheaton, showcases some great games, and is totally awesome. My daughter and I have watched every episode of Seasons 1 and 2 together and can’t wait for Season 3 to roll around.
And that’s where you come in. Wil Wheaton and Company are going the crowd funding route for the next season of TableTop and are looking for donations. So, you should head over to ilovetabletop.com and give these people your money.
Now if you’ll excuse me, I have to get my lazy ass in gear and try to get some actual work done today. I don’t have high hopes, but I can dream, can’t I?
I finally bit the bullet and acquired an Android phone to replace the Star-Trekish, clam-shell, not-smartphone I’ve been carrying for years. It’s shiny. And it does the web tubes and Twitters.
In related news, since keeping up with the Twits has been a thing I’m bad at, I unfollowed a shit ton of people on Twitter. Basically, I kicked out everyone I don’t know personally, converse with on an at least semi-regular basis, or who isn’t named David Ortiz, Wil Wheaton, or Felicia Day.
This means I actually have a reasonable amount of Twits to read, instead of the spam storm I’ve been dealing with. And by “dealing with” I mean “ignoring the shit out of.”