September 2, 2014 by musehick
Some lazy fuckers didn’t do anything today. Ah, well. Some lazy fuckers don’t do anything any day.
I like work. When you get that down time when you can do something that is yours – that project which means the world to you, then reward is even sweeter, because you had to work to get to it.
Same with a book – if that sucker does make you bleed for it how much are you going to get from it? How much are you going to love it? Sure it’s your baby, but it won’t be as much a source of fondness as the one you really had to save for. Maybe it will …maybe you like being lazy and you are a perverse fuck – power to you, but I think you’re full of shit.
My long form work is taking forever to materialize, but it is moving, and I can tell you, when they drop, I am going to love those mutant bastard rug-rats.
I talked a lot tonight, didn’t get everything I wanted to get done done, but I know I took steps forward, and you know what? That shit rocks.