It's a sympathy strike with the unions in Wisconsin. Governor Walker's being, like, a total toolbag over this collective bargaining thing, and I figure I should show solidarity to, y'know, drive up my page hits a little bit...
Okay, the truth is this has been a pretty long and irritating week. I've had to deal with my taxes (Protip: Never sell stock if you don't have an accountant handy), deadlines at work, botched deadlines at the writing desk, a crazed Corgi, and most recently a garbage disposal that doesn't work except to leak water all over the inside of my kitchen cabinet. My TMJ keeps acting up, I'm overdue for a new pair of glasses so I'm straining my eyes every day, and I'm probably killing my liver with a combination of Ibuprofen and strong liquor. The weather keeps alternating between beautiful spring days and frostbite, and that is because it is February and February is the month of hate.
Well. It's March tomorrow, and that means better weather, (hopefully) better blogging, and my birthday somewhere in the middle. It's a friendlier month overall.
Hey, have you heard about Writing Excuses? It's a podcast where some pretty good writers chat about some aspect of the craft for fifteen minutes at a time. Last week's episode talked about writing in somebody else's intellectual property, which is a subject near and dear to my heart and well worth checking out.</plug>
Okay, back to unpaid overtime. I'll try to be more substantial next week, or sooner if at all possible.