Overwhelmed

Yesterday, I hit my limit, and muted a few words from my Twitter stream. I just got overwhelmed, and caught myself thinking several times that perhaps the people who voted that malignant mango-colored mudhole in deserve the pain they’re about to experience. The trouble with that is so many innocent people will also suffer, and when I find myself wishing for justice without mercy it’s a sign I need to back away and take a few deep breaths.

Anyway. I put together a “Fuck it, I’m going to the library” T-shirt on Zazzle. Yesterday, in the middle of trying to chip recalcitrant words from my cortex (who would have thought that werewolf smut would fight me so hard?) I got an email saying that a library hold had come in. So I threw up my hands and went to pick it up, and got a few movies to watch and some Preacher graphic novels to read as well. All in all, it was a pleasant hour, and I managed some wordcount when I got back.

The hold was for Elizabeth Gilbert’s The Last American Man. I don’t know what I expected, but only a few pages in and I’m ready to slap the asshole she’s writing about. It’s a combination of how he treats his poor horse and the fact that Gilbert doesn’t even think to ask about said horse that irritates me. Of course, I read Krakauer’s Into the Wild and suffered the same longing. The idolizing of a selfish asshat who goes “out into the wilderness to find himself”, leaving a trail of destruction and suffering among the people who care for him, is something I find particularly repugnant.

So today: a short run with Miss B, more werewolf smut, a short chapter from the POV of a new addition to the Roadtrip Z crew, and maybe, if I’m very good and the gods of plotting while running are kind, a stab at a space-midwife story.

Never boring, this job.

Over and out.

  • martianmooncrab

    *werewolf smut*

    cheebles of joy in my heart… cheebleeeee…

  • Tess Lecuyer

    Oooo! Preacher is so darn good! I worked for Borders and bought the GNs as they came out. There is nothing like dragging them all down from the shelf (after petting them and enjoying the warm feeling of owning ALL if them) and hitching that wild ride with them once more….

  • I’ve finished #1, not sure if I want to go further. I do like Tulip, though.