Blurred Line

Before I say absolutely anything, I just have to mention how much this transformation freaks me out. I mean, what happened to the Weird Al of my youth? New Weird Al looks like he might actually have had sex with a girl which, in my opinion, entirely negates the Weird Al persona.

OK, anyway...

As you might have noticed by my slow moving word count, November isn't turning out to be everything I'd hoped it would. But that's alright, because I've been managed to get a little writing done while dealing with massive amounts of school reading, which is more than I can say for the past couple of months. Since I've only got one exam and one term paper at the end of the semester, I'm looking forward to some productivity in December (not to mention some time for pleasure reading - I mean, Thomas Hardy is good, but I'm definitely not going to be sorry when I'm done with him).

Speaking of Hardy, I'm presenting an hour long seminar on Tess of the D'Urbervilles in class on Monday, but after that I'm (relatively) midterm free for the rest of the month. I've set that time aside for all things Apodis - there's a lot of financial stuff to do, and afterwards I'm hoping to get in some copies of the anthology and start the publicity process. So, yeah...feel free to wish me luck with that.

Exciting stuff, huh? Seems other people get all the exciting stories these days. I mean, my roommate was attacked by six birds this week. And one of them was on fire. Seriously. All I have is fiction:

It's funny, to be playing God by day and moonlighting as confusion.
But this isn't important. This isn't moving things along. Let's hit fast forward.
Glimpses of the following:
My block continues. Pen twirling around my fingers.
Prentice walking into the office with a smile on his face. Nathalie. Discussions full of sordid details.
Stephen's concerns about his mother ("I think I could learn to deal with it if she’d just choose one man"), his swatches ("I’m having trouble choosing - which do you think?").
Helena, nebulous, appearing and disappearing like a magician's assistant. Once, sex in my office after she'd snuck in without anybody taking notice. I'd closed my blinds. From outside the office, nothing. Not even a suggestive silhouette. Mostly, though, she is not around.
Relaxing in my apartment, unable to relax. Going through all the motions. Laying back, watching TV, ordering in. Realizing, with a start, that it's all adding up to nothing.
Press play.


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