RANT

JUST FYI: I'm posting this largely because a friend – one of those typical too-kind-for-words-with-cute-accent-Welshmen types – told me he liked my more relaxed posts. Blame him.

            

            So, I was listening to a science fiction/fantasy podcast the other day. I've had a bit of vodka, and the specific thing – site, author interviewed, etc. – escapes me right now. But one thing was clear: Whoever the shit it was being interviewed was clearly an overachiever and a nerd. Now, I have no problem with overachievers (okay, I lie; I'm jealous of them) or nerds (I am one), but the combination just makes me crazy. Here's a person who holds down a full time job, plays a fuckload of video games, watches every new retard superhero or dumb 80s Saturday morning cartoon-derived TV show or movie in sight, blogs a bunch of annoyingly pop-culture-referential bullshit 24/7, and stil manages to write like the goddamn wind.

            How, I ask, is this possible? Is no one else staring at the wall for half the day and taking two-hour naps like me? Is no one crippled by doubt and depression? Do none of these people avoid writing like it's the plague because it's just too hard to write something good?

            No. I'm a mess, apparently.

            

            In case no one gets this, I'm a smidge drunk, and being (kind of) ironical-ish. If any of you post a Hey, buddy, it's all okay; everybody does things at a different pace, I swear to Thor I'll punch you in the penis/vagina.

            xox – Love you!