Things and stuff · 11:44am Nov 28th, 2014
"I hear a voice in the morning as she calls me,
radio reminds me of my home far away..."
"I'm sorry what?" the man blinked blearily, staring at the pale light of his laptop in the dark of the room, th eyoutube playlist blaring through its speakers.
"I said, hurry up and finish! Your typing tickles." the laptop said. The man yawned and rubbed his eyes, smacking his mouth a few times.
"Yeah yeah, sure... just give me a minute." he said
"Hey don't you be falling asleep now!", the tiny voice of the drained teacup chided, "I'm not going to sit here with icky, sugary tea residue all night for nothing! Hop to it!"
"Fine fine..." the man replied, miserably plodding along typing out another thousand or so words as the inanimate objects of his house goaded him onwards. The mousetrap in the corner was particularly bothersome, picking fights with his discarded jacket as it lay on top of the box containing God only knows how many books. All of which where insulting one another. His bed was being an asshole, taunting him with the sweet embrace of sleep all the while everything else urged him to continue writing.
What, you mean you don't have to put up with inanimate objects shouting profanity at you? Weirdo.
One key after another and despite everything he found himself slowly drifting off, no amount of horse-words could stave off the sweet oblivion of his dreams and he slumped forward at the desk dead to the world.
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"All we hear now, is radio ga-ga,
radio gu-gu,
radio ga-ga!"
"Snrt-huh?" he woke up with a start and was met with silence apart from the winter hailstone beating against the roof of his house. His noise-some companies of the previous night no longer mocking him or urging him onward. Must have been a dream, inanimate objects can't talk don't be silly. Weirdo. his laptop, still powered on had nonetheless gone blank in order to preserve power while he was comatose. The playlist still blared however.
He let out a mighty yawn and stretched, bones popping delightfully into place and he rolled his shoulder, hearing the cracks of his shoulder blade with the motions as he rubbed his neck. It was daylight outside, had he really fallen asleep at the desk again? This was becoming a bad habit. He yawned once more, crossed his arms on the desk and laid his head down. It was fine, he could lie in on a Saturday morning, he got himself comfortable and completely ignored the entirely rational observation that his bed was no more than two feet away from him and he could sleep there. His brain could go fuck itself, it was too early to be reasonable.
Still something nagged at him, something he forgot. He wasn't sure what but it was preventing him from getting the rest he so rightfully deserved! Grumbling he turned on the spot, head still rested upon his arms and reached out with a finger, hitting a random key on the laptop as it roared back to life, displaying the standby screen depicting some futuristic towers midst green fields and fields in some abstract impressionist painting. Lenovo laptops were pretentious as shit like that. It was only half nine, huh, plenty of time to get some sle-
Wait a minute. Why did it say it was Friday?
His eyes widened and his skin crawled at the creeping realization. This wasn't a Saturday morning... and he was late for work.
"OH FUC-" He swore, falling out of his chair as he scrambled off down the stairs to get to his car, hoping against hope his supervisor was in late for the fifth day in a row that week and wouldn't remark upon his tardiness. Forgoing the simple morning rituals of cleaning oneself and ensuring one had enough food in their belly to not collapse come lunchtime, he flung himself out the door to meet his destiny.
All the while his room mocked his troubles in the silent laughter of the unheard objects that surround you everyday, judging your every action.
---==ACTUAL BLOG CONTENT==--
Chapter done, last of the arc thank God. Splitting it in half so as to not cause reader exhaustion, we're nearly out of the woods now people (hehe, I made a funny) Did you know this was actually supposed to be a short arc that was a break from the usual rigmarole of Bad Mondays' arcs? Instead it has become an 80,000 word epic in its own right and I still didn't get to include everything I wanted to. HAHAHAHAHA fuck you Handyman, learn to write concisely damnit!
This is what happens when I try to plan things out instead of writing things as they come to me, it seems every arc I make a colossal mistake and learn a vital lesson, during the tournament arc it was ''Don't include so many subplots you shitlord," this time I have learned several, not least of which is, "Don't have too much happen in such a short period of time" You know how much time has passed in canon since chapter 21? Not even three weeks. Less then three fucking weeks. I think we're going to need some much needed downtime.
Furthermore I have opted to actually fill out the two months I have time skipped in BM between chapters 20 - Services rendered and 21 - First Impressions. I hate time skipping and given the nature of this story, two months is kind of a big thing to just pretend never happened, even if nothing major happened alot of little things did. Not to mention it was two solid months of Shortbeak kicking Handy's ass repeatedly to get him into shape for the tournament, I know I made it clear that was what happened during that time period but people seemed to have missed that little detail so I have to actually write it out. so as soon as I figure out how to insert new chapters in-between already published chapters I'll be writing these months out and placing them in-between 20 and 21.
Also once this arc is done and the interlude posted, I'll start uploading the bonus chapters I have promised to write along side the one shots as per my 100 followers competition, I also got several other stories of my own in the wings but I decided to not post any of them until BM is nearly finished. Or until I get bored waiting, whichever comes first. Hope you guys like dominoes.
Meanwhile in the David Attenborough voice:
And here we see a small part of the day to day life of one certain creature, the writer. Lost from exhaustion, no doubt trying its very best to make sure that it delivers its weekly story. If you listen closely, you can hear the simple clicking of keys that emanates throughout the room. At last, it gives up to said exhaustion, too tired to continue this epic struggle that is story writing. It is a shame however, that this respite will not last. Before long, this creature will be needed elsewhere to answer the summons of the rest of its species. We can only hope that it does not miss this important task, as it will need it to continue its survival.
2621204 I was wondering why I was seeing a camera crew everywhere I went that day...
What a lovely day today is..... I wonder, isn't it monday today? it feels like somethings missing.....
2627228 The update's coming, Jude has finished his run through, revisions are made and JBL is doing the final sweep. Should be up within the hour.