I'm actually a very good manager of technical writers. I don't think there's anybody on earth who's done that job better than I have. But the last time I earned a paycheck doing that was in 2003, and I expect I'll never have a job doing that again. The world has changed, is changing, and I'm old and ancient and basically look like Skeletor to any hiring manager these days. A pretty overweight Sleletor. Plus there ain't no fucking jobs anyway.
When I write novels or whatnot, sometimes the words come easily, and sometimes they don't. When they're coming easily, I'm generally listening to music through earphones. And when they're coming really really easily, I say to any person who might interrupt me, "Please, my brain is on fire."
Tonight for the first time in a long, long, long, long while, I feel like my brain is on fire.
I started when I sat down to write something and by pure whim put on the Cloxco recording which I downloaded long ago.
Y'all HuSites who don't know what I'm talking about can find out easily enough.
So. Thanks, Blixco & Clock. That was really cool. I appreciate it. And tonight it actually helped me.
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