Articles from Cheeseburger Gothic
We decided to evict our teenaged son… from the TV room. It had only recently occurred to me that he’d completely conquered the place. It was full of chip packets and Xbox discs. It was… not nice.
He’d been sitting with his feet up on the furniture, the way they do, and had pretty much destroyed my white leather couch.
Last night I went back to jujitsu for the first time this year. That was weird. Not so much missing a whole year's training – the dojo has been shut for most of 2020 because of the Vid. It reopened a while ago, but first I had a cold so I couldn't go in, and then I had a back injury and then I ran out of excuses.
Thanks to the Rona we dodged the NBN roll out for a couple of extra months, but the threats and demands to choose a provider kicked off again a few weeks ago, with my perfectly cromulent cable internet slated for cut off in early October.
I started the day with a double migraine. First one just after midnight, and then a second barrel in the face just as I was rolling up to the gym. So it was never going to be a heavy writing day.
Highlight was definitely catching up with old mate Andrew Stafford for lunch at Fiddleleaf Cafe.
Today was my first day of full-time work on the next Axis of Time novel. World War 3.1. This thing has been under construction for a couple of years now. I doffs me lid to Jason Lambright and Dirk de Jager for all the narrative scaffolding they've run up, and their long hours in the world building trenches.
Me, I spent the day plotting out character arcs.
There, I said it. I started watching this weird, funny little comedy on Apple TV+ over the weekend because Ruth Bador Ginsberg died and it was pretty obvious that nothing good was gonna come of that, and I’d just spent a week researching my QAnon essay over at the Sideboob, and God help me I just needed something nice in my life.