So, going into work yesterday, there was a dead chicken in the nearest parking space to the entrance. I don't mean a dropped food item, I mean a live and clucking chicken that had been turned into roadkill. And apparently a hen, since among the usual roadkill carnage there was yellow goo I can only assume was eggs.
My actions were to wonder where it came from and think to myself, “West Virginia, dial it back a little.”
And that might have been it, except the day kept going.
Work... work... work...
Okay, I've been trying to draw out a concise outline for Feather Steel with my friend, theRedBrony. So far we've at least narrowed down a few things about the story. What we really, really need is a good way to end Feather Steel and to nail down a few vague details I had floating around in my noggin'.
My writing is slowing down this week because I have a huge amount of hours at my terrible day job. They're even making me work all morning on Thanksgiving! I hate working retail, mane. My life is a balancing act, but everyone other than me is in charge of the process.
I'm excited for what's on the way but it will take awhile to get here, my friends. I'll try to get some snippets done whenever I'm off the clock.
Good day, folks!
I hope you all have had a lovely Thanksgiving, even if you aren’t in the US. And I hope you’re a good person who didn’t shop on Thanksgiving. Because there’s a special spot in Tartarus for those who shop during Thanksgiving.
...okay, no. Not going to go into a rant about retail. After 12 years, I am free of retail. Have been for two and a half years. But some things… they stay with you.