I’m supposed to be writing a paper and I just don’t have the motivation for it. I can look down at the dog and see she’s got zero cares in this world other how many treats she can scrounge in a day. If you think about it, its a pretty nice way to live. You got toys everywhere, a dog bed to pass out in like a sailor on leave, and you don’t have bills or have to worry about putting food on the top. Not a bad way to live honestly.
I haven’t been blogging so much because I’ve been writing books instead! I finished a World War 2 book, and started on a western, which I think I’m about halfway through. Once that’s done I plan on starting work on a spy novel. I’m trying to do some real research on it, so it’s going to take a little while, but I’m really excited about it. I’m trying my best to do one book in a different genre, I think it keeps things interesting and you’re less likely to be bored if you’re trying something new all the time.
I think most of us were hoping 2021 would be easier or smoother than 2021. That’s clearly not the case. It’s sort of its own dopey little sequel. I suppose that’s life though. Everything changes. At this point though, it seems like things are just...unstable. Instead of rushing around, we’re staying home more, which is fine for some, but many of us still have to go out and do what we can to make it. All these lofty ideas we have for ourselves, maybe we can achieve them, maybe we can’t. All I know now, is that some of the things I wanted to do, I’m not in a hurry for anymore. I used to want to write thirty books, then it was fifteen, now its maybe four. It may not be anything more we’re all so busy, but I tend to think its because I re-evaluated some stuff, and got a more realistic look at things.
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