Sep 05, 2008 15:34
It's been a couple of days and the lightning is starting to crackle back through the fingers into where it needs to be. The ideas for the novel that I am supposed to be working on are starting to frantically flutter into something coalescing into what might be solid. Possibly. I'm trying to nail down something that might be simply insane, but hey, who hasn't read something insane?
The problem that I am running into is that the universe is once again conspiring to crush my spirit. I know that you will sit here and read that and think, "Burch, well, that sounds paranoid!" But a paranoid is just someone with all the facts. Throughout the last week it seems as if the worst of the worst of all of the humanity has decided to stop by and say hello. I think the final straw was when I saw the commercial for Stand Up to Cancer. Stand Up to Fucking Cancer. Now we can finally cure cancer. All we have to do is stand up to it. Tell it no. Hit it with a newspaper. Spray it with a spray bottle! Just stop being so passive aggressive to cancer and tell it you want it to move out. I can't think of a catch phrase that is less intelligent. Combine that audio/visual input with what I have to deal with on a daily basis at work, and I am scared that my brain will turn to slag soon. Insane, lightning-spitting, sexy slag.