My first post in May 2016. A stealing of time in between work and writing. My first probably-rational-and-less-reactional post after all that ass-hatting in the midst of the election. Some free blogging spree while listening to Little Glee Monster for the first time. Also, the day when my phone rolled with a great thud from my bed to the floor just because I was too lazy to place it over the couch. Happy Friday the 13th, you lucky ones.
Updates on my life: Grammarly is plaguing me, you all, but I had to say it made my life appear decent, if not easier. My friend and sister-in-faith just flew to U.S. yesterday in a really quick, unexpected schedule and I think she knew my shoe / clothing size (baby, I am size 6 in both). I expect her to find a boyfriend during her stay. I also expect myself to live as a spinster while I finish my debut book. Which no one is expecting, by the way.
I have been writing very sluggishly, because this time, the focus is on narration, and after learning the whole story, I get to tuck some secrets under the folds of the scene. They aren’t really secrets at all. I just put them there because they’re there. And I think that’s what the narrator’s role is: to say what’s there.
This is the first time I had great hopes for every month of the year. I have also been living positively, quietly, under the radar and over my desk. My butt is literally complaining at the length of my sitting hours and running after my dogs every afternoon somehow assuaged my crumbling old bones.
Obviously, I have nothing pleasant to say about things. But things are pleasant on their own, thank you very much. My corrosiveness has nothing to do with the niceness of the world to me. I am just legitimately sarcastic. Also, I’m feeling a bad throat infection, if not the flu. The heat is taking its toll on me.
I have to end this blog post because I have to visit my daily reads and I need my head to be stirred. TGIF to you. There’s no bad luck but no luck. Adieu for now.