I have nothing. 3/19/2021
Not much at all.
I've visited After Birth to work on a second draft, and my brain is empty. Nothing is stirring, not even a mouse. At this point, I wish I had a mouse because at least I would have a main character with a reasonable goal worth telling.
I moved on from it to the Boy in the Shed, and the same thing: Crickets. Moths. What's wrong with me?
Can I be severe and suggest something? I think it may be due to a diet change. I went off keto, and now I feel sluggish and slow. I usually have droughts because of depression, and my head becomes so heavy that I can't think. This is something else. I'm sitting at my computer, ready to go, but like I said Crickets.
I hate it. I HATE IT.
If I'm not progressing, then what am I even doing? If I'm not writing, I'm not moving towards my goal. I'm just getting up and going to work, then getting off work, coming home, and dying. Repeat, rinse, recycle. I can't tolerate mediocrity. I have settled for it too long and am now fed up! I'm full, my belt is tight around my gut, and my buttons threaten to pop off! I'm a mediocre fatty mcfatty.
I would be a liar if I said the blog wasn't helping. I mean, here I am now, typing away. Does that count as writing? My instinct says yes. Indeed, it depends. My thoughts are flowing through my fingertips onto the keyboard. Why not? So does this mean it's progress? If it matters, then I'm moving towards the goalpost, not as fast as I should be, but at least there is movement.
I need to watch some horror films to help with After Birth. I was browsing Shudder last night, a Horror Netflix (I'm sure you probably used context clues to figure that out), but nothing tickled my fancy or itched my snitch. There seemed to be a small collection, but maybe I needed to dig deeper.
Also, I realized I was eating off a full plate of projects.
The Boy in the Shed, AfterBirth, I Wish(Unity Films), "Kara's Film"(deliberately vague), and The Reds on Scum Ave. The latter is less direct, but I'm collecting images for it. Also, I spend a lot of time thinking about the sequels of The Boy in the Shed: The Boys From Yesterday, especially The Warlords of Yesteryear. That's going to be so fucking good. That will be going heavily into the lore and mythos of the novel series. Well, if I can fucking finish the first book, that is. DUH.
OK, that's all. Also, I need to type over my journal entry today. Don't care, too.
