This Is Just Bad Writing

A collection of stories that shouldn’t be published. Ever.

[istlurchkn]

I need to finishing writing two characters who fall in love and break-up in the same conversation, but Her Majesty has called me away for my nightly duties. Having a second job kinda sucks.

[istlurchkn]

Hi, I’m a writer. This my cat, Frankie. She helped me write faster today by chewing through my laptop’s charger cable. I finished 3 chapters and a full backup before my laptop died. This is how she apologizes. Everyone should get a Frankie. 👍

[istlurchkn]

I dried my face and reached for her pillow, drew her scent in fully. New warmth ran through me, lighting the night over again behind my eyes

[istlurchkn]

I like to think that Oscar was a writer. And the other members of Sesame Street just didn’t understand, he was on a deadline. How is your day? 

[istlurchkn]

So it looks like my job is going to experience a “re-org” and I might be fired by September. It’ll be the first time I’ve ever lost a job involuntarily. I don’t know what to expect. My job is dynamic and overwhelmingly stressful. It’s toxic and busy. Im not that scrappy. I will not miss it. Part of me wants the break. A day where I wake up, drink my tea and not have to worry about a Slack message, a vendor review, a privacy incident. The other half of me feels angry, no, disappointed. It’s like a bad relationship. You already know it’s was souring and the sex is dead, but you wanted to break up on your conditions. Well surprise, I have till September, maybe. Good thing I didn’t buy a house.