A very intense few months. I’ve been working like mad and in the meantime trying to figure out how (and lay the ground in order) to get my ass to NYC. I think “living in NYC” has turned into “living in Jersey and commuting to NYC,” but we’ll see how it all works out. If it works out.
I can only hope that the last four months of very intense, continuous work eventually pays off with some sort of residual income. If not, I’ll be reasoanbly bummed. I do wish I could expect something from the book publishing, but the nonfiction trade paperback market—technology in particular—seems to be the wrong place to expect long-term residuals due to the short shelf life of every damn product.
I’m so tired of typing, I feel like my fingers are going to fall off. I have voice recognition software here but I have yet to set it up completely, and I’ve found that thoughts and things don’t properly flow (I draw a blank) when trying to use it vs. when typing. I guess my mental pathways are already well worn and/or overgrown in their current configuration.
Sometimes I’m glad this isn’t a theme blog or a topic blog or some sort of gambit to turn myself into a working journalist or op-ed columnist, but at other times I wonder if perhaps visitors will see the assortment of posts here and see them as evidence of an unfocused mind unable to coherently apply labor to a single problem.
I can coherently apply labor to a single problem. I just get so tired of doing that all the time that it’s nice to have an eshitpile where all the remnants of thought that aren’t commercially viable can come and have a weenie roast together.
It’s way too hot outside.