Hi guys,
Happy 2021, what a year already! (And that’s if you discount last
Wednesday)
And um, yeah, that was, well I gotta say, a long time coming. He has form, it was all there in the Birther days, and those people had been courted
by the mainstream. What happens next is, um, yeah, let’s just say I don’t think
it’s over, and the calls to “heal and move on” are coming from those who need
to examine themselves and clean up their act.
But enough about Politics Gone Wild, I’ve been doing, well, not much
writing. Or any. The Friday 15th I’m writing this on is the first
time I’ve turned my laptop on all year. (Egads!) I know, I know, bad author not
authoring, but I tell you solemnly I don’t have a Cyberpunk 2077 problem… or a
problem making horrible fashion choices in Cyberpunk 2077… or a problem loving
having a certain famous person as a character stuck in my head.
Okay, I do. Fine, I’ve been (mostly) loving the game, now that the story
has developed I can really appreciate the Sci-Fi, though having that story
shovelled down my throat every time I finish a quest – even down my throat
TWICE in the middle of a drive around town side quest – is grating on my
nerves. And the fact it’s a bit of a Bethesda game with all its bugs, the least
it could let me do is un-tag the main quest like Oblivion, Skyrim, Fallout.
Too much to ask? Evidently so is getting a game devs to PLAY TEST THEIR
GAMES! Ugh, the gamer life. At least it’s only crashed on me six times, and
I’ve been good, quick-saving like crazy. But… It is time I stepped back from
it, feeling so personal in first person view, filling my head in the middle of
recovery meetings, when I’m trying to get to sleep, etc. And the writing is
suffering.
To think, I last touched The Ways Out sometime before December. And it
had been a hard slog, only a page or two at a time trying to get a chapter
done. Maybe the very few sales I made are slowing me down. Maybe it was the
meds not lifting my mood (changed them, and after a shitty few weeks, this week
has seen a boost). Probably both.
Monday is the day to start cracking, and brave the Golden Crowned Lurgy
still gadding about the country (low here, my thoughts to other nations copping
it worse than us). I think it put me off getting cracking, ¡Hola Cyberpunk! (Jackie rules, btw, awesome character!). I’ll just
see how I go, not heap expectations on my shoulders.
As for The Ways In, someone else read it (or some someones a few pages
here and there), but yep, nothing sold, will have to splurge on ads and
hopefully a virtual book tour. And to join that random no comment 5-star review
on Amazon, I have another 5-star on Goodreads, replete with comment, and, all
trepidation aside, here’s the review on Goodreads.
But that said, it’s from the GF. Yes, I linked to that. Go on, call it
biased, decry it if you will. The GF just happens to be an avid reader who
lives and breathes books. But as an intro to me, the book having that
autobiographical main character and all, it was perfect to share (and that was
before she got the copy on Kindle). And as it turns out, the story proved
interesting and entertaining.
Yep, I can smell the flack in the air. “Don’t trust a family/friend
review!” “You can’t use that as a review!” “5-star reviews on self-pubbed books
are BS!” “Blah, Snyder cut Batfleck, ruagh!” Whatever floats your boat. But… To
hell with that, judge if you wish, that’s up to you. Tick it unhelpful, be my
guest.
But in my view an avid reader is an avid reader, and if a 1-star, DNF
review from a stranger holds more value than a 5-star finished review from the reader GF, then fie on the world and its negativity.
Okay, I’m done. I’ll get off the soap box. But yes, it’s good to blog
again, as it was to get back to recovery after Xmas, as it was to reclaim some
time to myself I whored out to a video game (helped with the getting to sleep
last two nights). And hope to be back in three weeks. Or whenevs. See what
happens.
