You're a quick study, Dr. Jones.

Still looking for fiction?

Of course not. There's been no views.

Though, I am still trying to write something. I've been busy writing the plots/summaries to my stories along with the climax and ending scenes fleshed out to make writing them easier. It's slow when you're busy and have a headache. At least I am working on it, though.

Smile, You Son Of A Bitch!

If you are looking for stories, you won't find them, yet. I've been busy having an issue with my writer-ma-jig. It's been acting up. It won't write for some reason. Hopefully I got that fixed and it will start working tonight.

Cue the taffy puller and your boyfriend's balls.

Coming Soon, on a face near you...

It's been two days since the last post with good reason. I've been busier than a one legged man in an ass-kicking contest. Remodeling sucks ass. When I remodel, I don't want to clean. When I clean, I don't want to remodel. The mental fortitude exists for one, but not both. I've been doing both. The though of blogging or writing after that is just a nonstarter.

Here's the thing, I am going to be posting stories as I write them, a chapter (or less) at a time. They will be original works that I plan to edit and sell one day, so don't be surprised if you see one disappear after a few chapters.

That's the plan, at least. In the mean time, have another personal blog post on the house.

If anyone ever reads this, woe is you.

Try Our New Depression Spiral!

For those not in the know, depression, for someone who has a mental health problem, is like a slippery floor. You're constantly walking across it, trying not to slip. You know that if you slip on the depression floor, you're going to go sliding out of control on it.

Welcome to my depressed life.

For someone used to dealing with depression, it takes a series of slips before you fall on your face to the depression floor. In my case, those slips are generally shit I've been dealing with for a long time that refuses to change. My nephew is here and he's using every god damn tool in our set and leaving messes everywhere. Right now, he's more concerned with cleaning up the neighbor's yard than clearing out the mess he's made of our back porch or shed a week ago.

What gets normal people angry triggers a nuclear strike on my fragile emotions. I had to take a klonopin because I'm having a not so fresh feeling between my ears. Throw in allergies, laundry, and this need to finish dinner, and I'm just a big ole ball of sunshine. Real sunshine, that radiation death ray that would roast the flesh from your bones in seconds if you got too close.

Teehee.

Nothing Better To Do...

It's said great ideas come to you in the shower. I haven't bathed in nearly 36 hours because I was sleeping for the last 15 of those. Recovery is a bitch. But, while I was sleeping, I dreamed about coming back here and trying again. Seems like a good waste of time. It gives me a place to post that I don't have to interact with the stupid or family like on Twitter or Facebook.

Not much to say today. Busy cleaning up after family left and trying to keep my eyes open.

If your doctor offers you new antidepressants and you're allergic to the last batch, think twice before jumping at them. At least the anxiety medicine works. Also, I now understand the meaning of that Olivia Newton John song "Have You Ever Been Mellow?" Holy shit, that's a weird feeling.

Don't worry, I'm not crazy, not having manic episodes, not hearing voices or trying to hurt myself/anyone else. Just got tired of the overwhelming depression and severe panic attacks, and decided to get help.