Tonight I am lubing up to tackle a bit more writing in my novel about my days as a porn store worker. The idea of picking up a pencil and slinging lead just hasn't appealed to me today and I've been reading a lot. I got the mindset for it and I'm ready to go. Just thought I'd get myself geared up to do the deed, by providing some content to you dear readers of my site. Lets see what random thoughts happen in my head lately. Here's what I got swimming:
Bobby Womack is dead. That sucks. He was one of my favorite soul singers and I got a soul mix in which he is featured heavily. Gonna be hard to watch Jackie Brown again and not get a bit glassy eyed when I hear his beautiful vocals roll through "Across 110th Street." RIP. The dude beat cancer and was struggling with diabetes. Word is he even was getting Alzheimers. But he kept going and recorded a well recieved new album of material in 2012. Way to punch life back in the face Bobby. Definitely will be missed.
The bots had a major wobbler* all day today. He gets difficult to deal with when he does that. However, little baby James is talking up a storm, which is very encouraging. It is quite a weird thing to talk to my son and he talks right back. A new concept for me. I enjoy it.
This week, an artist pal of mine and his wife had a baby. He posted a pic to Facebook and apologized beforehand about posting pics of his kids to the site. I realized then that indeed there had to be people out there that complained about people who post pics of their kids to their wall. THEIR WALL. Or maybe someone gives you shit when you post all advertising about your sales to your wall. Or that you post political rants. Again, ITS YOUR WALL. Like listening to the radio, if you don't like the song, simply switch the channel. I do it all the time. And when I cannot find a song I like, I turn the knob down and listen to my own thoughts. Its great. Which this all lead to me believe that anyone who comments on (in a negative way) or tries to criticize what you post on YOUR WALL is a complete and utter asshole and should die in the center of the sun. The interaction of social media is a triple edged sword, especially for creative types because the distraction leads to unproductive habits. But sometimes its our only way out of our own head or the solitary refinement of our office chairs. To combat this, I have blocked the feeds of about 95% of the people I am friends with on FB. That way, I am not constantly in people's lives and I'm back in my own head. But I did bother to tell my friend to please, post those baby pics and FUCK ANYONE who tries to control what you should do with what is yours.
When I do finish all current projects on my list: Anna 2, Starslam/Erotica book kickstarter, Mayhem 1 redo, Mayhem 4, Porn Store book, Short story book, I am going to take a looooooong vacation! Or not. Because reading my posts from one year ago this month, I was talking about taking a four month sabbatical off from all artworking and creating. This stuff cannot be put on a shelf for me. And the daily waits around the kids are endlessly frustrating for me. But at least I'm being paid for the work I do... oh wait... three clients owe me money and keep dodging me. Time to start putting on the deep pressure!
Well thats it. Back to work. Thanks for coming back!
Cheers, T**
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*My word for "major fucking freakout." Its derived from an English word for the same meaning. It is yet another example of me wanting to incorporate more British slang into my yankee world.
**See? "Cheers." Even more of British slang. I should just move there and get it over with.
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