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Monday, July 18, 2016

Sabbati Terminus Manibus Jazzicus (Personicus Updaticus)

The Jazzicusiest of Manibuses
Image description: author doing serious Jazz hands
And by serious we mean......not serious.
Welcome to our final week of hardcore jazz hands! After this, you will again start to see things like:
  • Writing Advice and Folksy Wisdom
  • Listicles
  • Craft discussion
  • Regular mailbox responses
  • Reviews (of fiction and writing resources)
  • The Very Basics
  • Our long dormant season two plot arc
  • Writing for other blogs
  • Vlogging!
  • Meaningful content
  • As well as many of our long estranged guest bloggers
Hang in there one more week and Writing About Writing will not only return to its pre-summer school output, but will shortly return to its pre-health crisis output. And then....it will return to its pre-tiny-human output. (All while I'll be writing a book for hours a day.) And then, as has been mentioned by allusions to a pretty bad ass (but also 30 year old) movie multiple times before....you're going to see some serious shit. In fact, let's just go ahead and run that clip again because I need some filler for this post, and if you've joined us in the last year or so, you really ARE going to see some serious shit.

As many of you have surmised, the cancellation of the Enhanced Human's Sidekick Project is something of a personal blow. that is seeing me have to leave the Hall of Rectitude and forcing me to find new employment. The government didn't even kick down for sidekicks to get a severance package. (I don't even know what the hell I gave all that money to the Sidekicks Union for...honestly.) Most of my colleagues are going into security, and a few of the ones with minor powers are even thinking of merc work, but, as you know, I am going to try to write a book. I was never particularly good as a sidekick anyway.

Fortunately even stressful and uncomfortable life transitions have not really impacted my writing pace unless they drop some kind of shitbomb that very day. I'm not very good at writing more than stream-of-consciousness splats under immediate distress, but give it a day and I'm quite good at converting general angst into creative energy. It's a gift.

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