I haven't been writing much lately. So, here is a letter I sent to the film director Stephen Chow. I think it is the third fan letter I have ever done. Maybe I'll do more this year, maybe I'll do nothing. I certainly won't be doing a long blurbs.
- The Egg Party
I've been writing a fair amount of blog posts over the last few months. I guess that's where I'm at. I'll put up another sci-fi one next month but for now here is a rambling piece on monkeys and Japan and kissing and some other things but whatever, that is enough.
I touched on my mental health over the last three-ish pieces without suggesting many solutions. I think that's part of my writing style. When I've done writing workshops, some criticism for my writing has been that I formulate ideas but don't have a payoff. I just lead the horse to water and then fuck off. I don't necessarily see this as a problem.
But here is something that might help you for the ole mental health. It helped me. This is the Blindboy podcast. I have been recommending it now for a little while because he is fucking class.
As opposed to mental illness, if you are looking to get a bit of mental exercise to strengthen your mental health then you should check it out. The first three shows are gentle reminders of the pitfalls of anxiety and CBT. The last is on Transactional Analysis. If anything, just go for a walk and let his soothing Limerick accent chill you out.
Creaking Ditch Pidgeon
Ooof I just want to type out two feet and squash what is below here. It is pretty bad and unfinished. Onwards! I am not ready for this.
It is the 30th and I have to do a piece a month or some shit goal i set myself. I am working tomorrow and it is 2 am. I'm going to finish this one with without going backwards a sentence. No editing. I am tired. The stuff in itallics and  brackets is the stuff I already wrote and planned to do this month. But I feel so busy. You know, I made myself cry over my own story this week. That's the first time that has happened in such a way. Crazy. I was smoking this vaporizer filled with banana flavoured smoke and I read one of my pieces and got really teary and weird and then whatever, I wish I could go backwards and delete all this. Anyway, erratic, yes. But this one is about my belly button. It is going to be two parts. It is the last day before I can submit to myself and my editor self will shout at me for more spiderman pics but whatever.
[I have been writing great deal lately. So I am going to do a personal multimedia piece. I think I said it would be a Christmas thing but whatever, who cares. What holiday is close.... 3rd October, German Unification Day. Solid. This entry is dedicated to that.
whatever I'll just start.
- The Egg Party]
This is a short one. So that's nice. The next topic for Lahar is insomnia. The word count remains 2500. So I wrote this one about insomnia. Sort of. The idea is shoehorned in with a few others. I wrote the piece this morning so it is probably rushed. It will probably change but whatever, this is my submission for the month.
Hmm, what else is going on? I wore an entire outfit yesterday that was free(except underwear). I think I want to do this every Friday. Like the term Sunday Best, I think I will call an outfit composed entirely of free or gifted clothing my Friday Best.
Also: 1y = 12sy
This one took a while to write. I got stuck, like usual, shoving all these ideas in one story. I think it is conceptually overbearing but I cannot stop doing this because I love it.
I don't even know. Anyway, I guess, whatever.
Here is a cool podcast on phishing. Phia Bennin from Gimlet Media tests her collegues, to see who is susceptible to being scammed:
#97 What Kind of Idiot Gets Phished?
- The Egg Party