I’ve pretty much got nothing for this week’s story. I still feel pretty lousy, and I’m having a hard time concentrating and the Superbowl is on. So this is awesome.
I mean, I’ve got a little something in mind about a dad and his son, but it’s not much. And I’m really really running out of time, so I’m thinking this is going to be a smaller literary piece, more like Private Showing than anything. And it’s going to be short. I hope. I don’t really have control over that. Not as much as I’d like. Anyway, I haven’t done any straight writing in awhile. I always set out to write straight literature as best I can, just good strong writing and simple characters, but next thing I know I’ve got zombie knife fights and wormholes and god knows what else going on. Writing is a very strange process. Fact is, I’m learning, that the simpler stories take more out of you. Trying to write a heartbreaking love story can drain you more than the most complex plot. Unless you try and write a heartbreaking love story with a complex plot. But that’s just silly.
Right. So something light and simple is coming…I hope.
And I’m utterly underwhelmed by these Superbowl ads.