The Malacast a Editorial has been a decade strong with so many topics: some that stem beyond the boundaries set early on, and others right on cue. Still, I've not heard any serious feedback, and for years I've put out both my twitter, better place to reach me, and then on my personal e-mail, which doesn't get answered as often. I don't get any feedback, which either means I'm doing great, and everything is as expected, or it's so bad, so bullet-riddled, that no feedback, or criticism will do.
Granted, it's my job to bring you bring you posts that are worth reading, not have you give me article ideas, and I wouldn't want that either! I do like how my short stories are getting over ten views, and although that may seem low to most, it's more than I've expected to get ever in this blog. Now I'm looking to see one of my book self-published this year, which is nothing short of incredible. I'm looking forward to that day, and I will be releasing that date when I'm certain it will be set in stone,mand of course I will put that link into a post,mbut it's going to be a while until that day.
So here's for the meat of this post: I'm growing older, and it's kinda cool, the more I'm seperated from this youth, the better. I'm also glad I'm never getting married: people think being a bachelor is bad, as though living without a "soulmate" (sic) is the worst thing that can happen to you, although I believe the worst thing that can happen to you is having your gonads eaten right off of your body by a two-toothed hag and/or hillbilly while a hot andiron is being shoved up your ass. That to me is the worst thing that can happen to you, because no matter how sucky dying alone is, I'd rather be found by the landlord or cops, than have my dick bit off by a redneck with gingivitis, hell, I'd hate it if he had the freshest, cleanest teeth ever!
I hate people who say they're never getting married, or committed, because then they go and do the exact opposite, but I feel most men and women, regardless of sexual preference, are going through a panes where just safe sex with random strangers is much better, and more fulfilling than going home to the same guy/girl every night. We are by nature polyamorous, but society as a whole hates that, which means one guy behind a curtain is controlling everything, but it's an arguable statement!
I'm also a werewolf. No, not the lycanthrope lupine that runs through the woods, although I've been known to go walking out during the full moon through the woods, I was sure I didn't shapeshifter. No, I can be timid and weak one moment, and ferocious and viscous the next. It makes me a good lay, but I'm also a bit crazy. Being a werewolf gets me laid quite a lot. I know this sounds more like a form of bipolar schizophrenia, but it's not that, it's more controllable, because when that full moon goes up, I sometimes lose control, but of my own free will.
I'm sort of kidding about all this, but I'm finding every single day, I'm becoming more and. Ore like the animal, rather than the man, I feel im losing my remorse, not in a violent way, more a disdain. I'm. It some shady depressed monster, not like the Harris's and Klebold's of the world. I was picked on, but I knew how to stand up for myself. I used my fists. I used my legs, never my teeth, but it wasn't above me to fight to survive, not to win a puglist competition.
Still, I'm insane in other ways. I believe the world is run by chickens, and that man is actually a citation notice for the earth...it's got fifty million years, and has to blow this taco stand of a universe,more we'll build nuclear power plants. What? I'm sorry, but things are complicated right now, and are aounding more-and-more wonky. I'm listening to someone claim to be a medium, and I hear a obit push is all the time, but I find the things to be as sane, as rational as those who way that the world is being run by lizard people. Which I think 16% of Americans believe exist....who fucking knows! right?
So I'm thinking of what I want to do in life, and I've decided I'm going to be a pop star, it seems easy enough, and with auto tune, and a couple of other guys in their thirties that can sing back-up, I'll make money, but then I said I have a soul, and music is actually losing money, with record companies dying left and fit. So I've now decided I'm goingng to be a hitman for hire, which, undoubtedly takes just a bit. Ore skill, and intelligence to be than a pop star. It'll be tough, but I think taking out foreign dignitaries as a mercenary gun-for-hire is far more fulfilling a job than singing songs where I repeated words like "lovely" and and "baby" fifty times in thirty seconds while harnessing a faggotity haircut, and prepubescent goatee.
My cat rocks! He's a handsome boy, smart too. I've been blessed to have him for nearly seventeen years now, and I have to say he's a constant inspiration for writing, I know that seems odd to have a cat as a muse, but he's always sitting next to me while I'm typing on the iPad, or at my feet when typing up a novel on the desktop. He's a goo boy though, except when he decides I've been writing too long, and sits on the ipad, so I have to pet him for about thirty minutes before I can proceed.
Growing up I wasn't much of a cat person, they would not like me and hiss, but as an adult I've learned to appreciate they want love when they do, and their space when they do. I'm very much the same way, I can have companionship,more lock. Shelf up for days I a study and just write and write, and no matter the circumstances I can be genuinely happy. The problem lies wherein I am forced to be afk, or made to partake in an outing when there is writing to be done!
I write almost every single day of my life, and that is a blatant lie: I write every single day, there is never a day I miss, I'll even write on my own birthday. If I had internet that was reliable every single day, I'd be writing even more, I'd be typing like a lunatic and posting every single day.
Having this cat by my side, makes me less crazy every single time, and makes me feel less insane for typing so often. I do go out, and have a social life, but it's limited. I play ultra violent video games to counter balance some of the more..."fruity" stories I've written. Brighside was helped along greatly by Mortal Kombat X.
I'm excited and nervous for three hundred posts, I'm not going to drone on about it, but it's truly an exquisite moment of zen for me. It shows I've committed greatly to the blog, so-much-so over the past two years; rarely missing a post. I'm certain I've not missed a short story weekly post since I've started up again in February, and we are now in a June state of mind. Meaning now it's dog days until October. Regardless if I ever get another view, three hundred posts is a big deal to me, it's something I've done for so long, and a major accomplishment. A personal goal I never thought I'd meet, and the five-hundredth post is looking even more of an accomplishment. Unless I am no longer able I will make five hundred posts.
Some people have thousands of posts on the it blogger account, and I've been blogging for so long now, I've thought to create my own space, but blogger has been good to me, and I've not posted much more anywhere else, other than here. I've tried other sites, I won't lie, but blogger has been good to me, so this is my digital home. Ten years is a long time to keep doing this, but in started out wanting to be an accomplished writer, I use a crass method of typing from the heart, as well as the head, and this spastic style with a "lazy" approach to spelling and grammar; although my grammar has not been as blasé as my spelling, (often typo more than incident) it too has not been without question.
I believe in myself, and my scribing powers, yet I can write for twenty more years, and still be affluent in content and creativity, but impoverished in success and capital gain. Writing does make me happy, it allows me to create worlds I'd rather see, even if they grossly relate to ours. I've been allowed to write about my favorite media, games, films, and above-all-else, books. I'll be writing more about books over the summer, I tend to think most books come out in the summer for some reason, and I'll be downloading. More indie books for free to read, because...well, I like them. Currently I'm re-reading The Curious Incident With the Dog in the Night-Time by Mark Haddon, and The Divine Comedy: Inferno by Dante Aligneri. Both are excellent in their own right, but I'll be reviewing more books as I come across them, especially great new fiction that isn't politically-based. This season is politics, and politics is destined to seep into even the children's books released in the fiscal year.
For now, I'll leave you all with a look ahead: my E3 preview post will be up very, very shortly it'll be the 299th post. The reviews we going to take a while, but will be worth the wait, and I'll give insight not found from the press conferences. I'll also be doing more than one post, regardless of the time. New Short Story Weekly posts will be up as well. I'm not certain if I'll not every week this month, but July is going to be very, very interesting, because: 1) it's the month I quit smoking four years ago. 2) It's the last month of my twenties, and 3) it's going to be eleven years of the blog....I think. If not; one-and-two apply.
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