The struggle is real

I really wanted to sleep in this morning, but the dogs had other ideas. Old What’s Her Face is in Utah for a funeral, and it’s another bachelor weekend for me.

By the time I did all my chores, I wound up getting a late start. The blog world has been a busy place lately, and I always like to check on everyone before I get started.

I wolfed down an Asian pear, then it was time to get moving. This is the middle slog, but I thought I did some great character work, added some local flavor, and included a bit of tension.

This tale is set in the Seattle area, so I included Rainier beer, then had a character read the label and notice it was brewed in Golden Colorado. Might not mean much to the average person, but I like it.

Rick the television cameraman needed a wife. I didn’t want to fart around with name lists, so asked Annie the AI for a name. It’s fast and good enough. The woman only gets a couple of paragraphs and I wanted to forge ahead. I asked her for a popular woman’s name from 1990. Boom – Done. (It’s Megan. Doesn’t conflict with Jenny, Cody, Bai, or Rick.)

I also needed an art word and could not remember it for the life of me. Annie told me it’s “foreshortening.” I included it in a bit of dialog. Annie does speed things along. I could have spent an hour trying to Google it.

It’s 1:00 here now and I wanted to get a quick word count to share. When it only came to 1000 words, it kind of made me sad. I really thought I’d gotten farther. Guess it’s still the middle slog after all.

Here’s the thing about bachelor weekends. I don’t have to respect anyone else’s needs. If I want to go back to it this afternoon, I can. If I want to write tomorrow, I can do that, too. I can stay up all night if I feel the urge.

Right now, I’m feeling some salami, a coffee, and maybe another Asian pear.