“You can’t even make a joke anymore.”
“Everyone is too up their own asses with this PC bullshit.”
“George Carlin would have something to say about this!”
This is all I’ve been hearing lately. Everyone seems to be up in arms about not being able to tell a joke without suffering the most heinous of fallout. They’re so convinced everyone is out to get them for uttering something funny they’ve completely shut down.
Okay… So they haven’t. They just got a new soapbox upon which to whine.
When you decide a WIP is done, is it really done? That’s probably a question geared more toward the writers who follow me, but feel free to answer either way.
I can’t believe it’s been over a week since I last updated this blog. I also can’t believe I haven’t done a WIP Wednesday post in so long. You want it? You got it!
Romance isn’t dead, but it’s ten seconds till midnight. Its breathing its last, wheezing breath as its heart monitor shows the start of the straight line, its steady, repetitive beeping turning to one long, familiar tone.
I wasn’t gone too long, but I’m back.
I took a trip to the moral wasteland that is Disney World. It was fun, but I learned nothing from my misadventures.