What the hell should I write about today?

I’ve started today’s blog twice already and deleted both. The first was about your web-presence and the second about he fascination with Jack the Ripper… both good topics but neither of them are singing for me today. This is just one of those weird days that I would have preferred just to stay in bed. It started off so positive. Going into the last week of a day job. About to start on the next 30 Days script, getting pages in for the Book of Bad Ideas… all of this had me smiling as I hit my alarm clock this AM.

From there the day started going down hill. As I drove to work, I noticed the crack in my windshield continued to grow. I’m hoping to wait till next week when I’m off work to get it fixed… but it seems to be increasing in size exponentially depending on the overnight low. I get to work and get the stuff I needed to get done in the morning finished up in no time. Then my soon to be ex-boss comes in and asks for one little change that throws off the entire project. I think he’s just trying to get me to stay longer.

Then I have a minor spat with an editor but it clears up quickly… nothing important really but mixed in with the rest of the day, not helping. Then I read about this report going around the web about a female creator who got sexually assaulted at a convention only to find out that it was someone I know personally (https://www.popcultureshock.com/features.php?id=1357) and no matter who you are, that increases things 10 fold at least. So all of this is percolating in my wee brain when I finally decide to just work on something artistic and start digital inking a page.

While working, my wife brings up dinner… two of the worst tasting Taco Bell tacos I’ve ever had in my life, and one steak taco that wasn’t too bad. Another hour passes by and Deb comes back up to tell me she heard some crashing and banging sounds outside. So I head downstairs to investigate. I grab my shoes and my gun… you never know… and head outside. So now I’m walking around my house, with a loaded .357 looking into the dark corners for prowlers and all I can think to myself is… what happened to that smile I woke up with?

I find nothing outside other than stray cats, I put my gun away and head back up here to do a little more on the page and then decide its time to do the daily blog. After two false starts we end up to where we are right now… five paragraphs in on a topic-less entry and me re-thinking the blog marathon idea. Now I’ve made the commitment to do it, but it’s kind of like that commitment not to eat chocolate after New Years… it sounds like a good idea when you’re eating that last Hershey Bar the night before.

So I guess I’ll end this with a shout out to my peeps… both the yellow chickens and the pink bunnies. I’m going to go looking for Easter Candy this weekend… my Dad told me they have chocolate crosses now and that’s just something I have to see for myself.