This Post Is All About Me

11 days on, 2 days off, 12 days on.

That has been my most recent work schedule lately, in case you were wondering.

I've gotten a lot of writing done, hovering around 90% of the final manuscript form.  I should have more, but goddamned if these long weeks aren't pounding my brain into pudding.  However, I am on track to have finished my first novel before I hit 30-a depressing occasion looming unpleasantly close in my future.

A call center job is not really physically demanding, but professionally listening to insipid morons whine about their pissant problems takes a toll on you mentally.  My weed, pill and nicotine habits have ballooned accordingly, and all of my non writing projects are hurting pretty bad.

Still, I'm looking forward to a couple of fat paychecks; I'm itching for a new tattoo.