Just a little ways from 42 I’m wondering what is next, what I will do with this very important and golden year. It is, after all, the secret to life, the universe, and everything. Douglas Adams wrote masterpieces in his time and I have written a few stories I feel are definitely worthwhile. But what is next? Well, it is high time to fully commit to my short story collection. I am at the point where I am about to leave the city that inspired the collection, and I want to leave knowing I’ve made progress. Inspiration is so horribly rare these days that I laud every second of it that I can come by.
Some Thoughts:
- The fan on my computer runs constantly, trimming my batter life to less than two hours.
- Riverdale is a travesty of film making. I mean, come on! You made a show based on the Archie comics and turned it into a badly conceived version of 90210 with, yah, Luke Perry as the key father figure. So… that happened. Then it got renewed for a second season. No wonder it is hard to find inspiration. Everything around me is trash.
- Emily Bett Rickards is the only reason to continue watching Arrow. She’s made the show for a while and continues to make rockstar performances as other cast members fade.