Licking Wounds.
Hi again.
I set to the task of writing this update and only just realized that I have nothing of substance to spit up this time around. I wanted to work on Gun over the past couple of days, and do some other things, but that just hasn't happened unfortunately.
This past weekend was... well it was shitty. It sucked. hard. I basically pinballed from one "Murphy's Law" situation to the next, and overstressed myself to an emotional and psychological breaking point (yet again), which all just came to an explosive head on Saturday night. I'm now realizing that it's not such a good idea for me to get thoroughly hammered when I have so much shit on my mind. Definitely not a fun experience. I had a bit of an eye-opening experience with regard to some scenarios in my life right now and the people that are around me, and I'm really starting to see certain shit differently now. Not to mention I accomplished a bunch of nothing. What a waste of time and effort. Fuck.
I would have been better off following my own gut instinct and just going off on my own for awhile without telling anyone a thing. Stupid Me, tried to appease people instead, as I always tend to do, and I paid for it in triplicate. I've actually decided not to write any new poetry based on these recent events. I somehow don't have the urge to make myself regurgitate this shit on paper any further. I do however, have some potentially major new developments in the works, but frankly I don't care one way or another if they come to fruition. But if they do... oh man, will it be big. HUGE.
The preceding days and the weekend itself completely ruined any drive I had to work on Gun over the past few days. Not to mention I've been feeling like shit since Sunday, and I'm still experiencing some stomach issues here and haven't eaten a thing since Saturday.
But the good news is I did resume working on Gun again today. This week is probably my last week to really go at it full-throttle because next Monday I'm starting a new research job in New York elementary schools, which lasts through the end of the academic year. It's gonna be pretty intense, but hopefully rewarding work. I won't bore you with the details.
Oh, and among this whole shit show of the past several days, I did find the time to finally put updates of some kind at least on the official Gun MySpace page. New images are up there now, so hit it up and if you're on myspace, go ahead and add the series to your friends list.
Until next time, I'm rockin' more Tortoise on the headphones and taking it easy... and crafting the final scenes of episode 2. Thanks for your patience.
Auf Wiedersehen.
I set to the task of writing this update and only just realized that I have nothing of substance to spit up this time around. I wanted to work on Gun over the past couple of days, and do some other things, but that just hasn't happened unfortunately.
This past weekend was... well it was shitty. It sucked. hard. I basically pinballed from one "Murphy's Law" situation to the next, and overstressed myself to an emotional and psychological breaking point (yet again), which all just came to an explosive head on Saturday night. I'm now realizing that it's not such a good idea for me to get thoroughly hammered when I have so much shit on my mind. Definitely not a fun experience. I had a bit of an eye-opening experience with regard to some scenarios in my life right now and the people that are around me, and I'm really starting to see certain shit differently now. Not to mention I accomplished a bunch of nothing. What a waste of time and effort. Fuck.
I would have been better off following my own gut instinct and just going off on my own for awhile without telling anyone a thing. Stupid Me, tried to appease people instead, as I always tend to do, and I paid for it in triplicate. I've actually decided not to write any new poetry based on these recent events. I somehow don't have the urge to make myself regurgitate this shit on paper any further. I do however, have some potentially major new developments in the works, but frankly I don't care one way or another if they come to fruition. But if they do... oh man, will it be big. HUGE.
The preceding days and the weekend itself completely ruined any drive I had to work on Gun over the past few days. Not to mention I've been feeling like shit since Sunday, and I'm still experiencing some stomach issues here and haven't eaten a thing since Saturday.
But the good news is I did resume working on Gun again today. This week is probably my last week to really go at it full-throttle because next Monday I'm starting a new research job in New York elementary schools, which lasts through the end of the academic year. It's gonna be pretty intense, but hopefully rewarding work. I won't bore you with the details.
Oh, and among this whole shit show of the past several days, I did find the time to finally put updates of some kind at least on the official Gun MySpace page. New images are up there now, so hit it up and if you're on myspace, go ahead and add the series to your friends list.
Until next time, I'm rockin' more Tortoise on the headphones and taking it easy... and crafting the final scenes of episode 2. Thanks for your patience.
Auf Wiedersehen.
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