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Out Past Curfew

I started off this morning with bacon. That makes for a good day.
Worked with one of my favorite paras today, and not only did he bring me bacon this morning, we only ran two calls. One was a transfer. All is well with the world. On this day.
After having extensive conversations with a couple of the people around here--all of them friends of mine and required to be supportive--it appears people might actually want to read my book. Well, two people anyway. And my mom...she'd probably read it. That's success, there, folks. So, I am thinking hard about it again. I have most of the plot flushed out, but the characters not so much. I think I need to work on that to really get a grasp of who they are as people. I think that if I can understand everyone to the best of my ability, I won't get held up on so many of the little things that always seem to hold me up. Excluding, of course, laziness and procrastination. I don't know what to do about those things--except maybe stop being lazy and stop procrastinating?
(Have I ever mentioned that I am really not a fan of the general population? Just a side note here, as I sit in the only cafe open in this part of town after nine and listen to some of the worst acoustic music ever, watching people sing the songs to each other as if they come out here every Wednesday night and listen to the same hipster crap. They do. These people are the open-mic-ers friends. Also, what is the deal with "androgynous" women looking like Justin Beiber?! I don't get it.
The female singer isn't so bad...when she finally finds the key.
I never said I was a nice person.)
Anyway, that's what is occupying my mind right now. Writing. I'm not bad at it, I just never seem to finish anything. Maybe if I can finish something this time, I won't do so badly, you know, with the publishing part. Or maybe no one will read my book ever.
I need to learn how to discipline myself better. Like woah.
That's all I've got for today--what an interesting life I lead!!!--so I will post more later when more things happen to me or more thoughts come to mind or whatever.

Don't Wait Up

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