Right now I’m writing like a motherfucker, putting finishing touches on a story I’ve owed someone for more than a year, so I can jump back into working on book three.
If you’re the curious sort, the title of the story (the *working* title, I should say, as I just came up with it last night) is “The Weight of Her Desire.”
I’m not sure it’s the proper title for this particular story. But even if I don’t end up using it, I think it’s a damn fine title. I’m proud of it. Titles are hard for me, because I’m very particular. And I’m not very good at throwing up my hands and saying, “Yeah, whatever. That’s good enough, I suppose….”
Since I don’t have much interesting else to say today, I thought I’d share something cool I ran into months ago. A video that instantly ignited my love for Tim Minchin, a comedian I didn’t know existed before.
Now, given that this is what I think of as content-heavy art, I feel like I need to make a statement about my position in regard to the content.
Do I agree with everything Minchin says here?
No. But I agree with about 90% of it. Maybe 85%.
That said, 85% agreement is really pretty good with me, as I am a cussed individual, and contrary.
So. Given that I dearly love that 85-90% in which we overlap, I’m willing to let the rest slide good naturedly.
And, given that I adore his artistry, his words, his comedic timing, and his biting vitriol, I figured I’d share this with y’all with the hope that it improves your day…
Yours in wasteful and ridiculous excess,