That guy sure is a good con man. 15% of the country can’t see it. At all.
Morning routine. Daughter to school. Lots of good work before being distracted.
Distraction of the
Today, of course, one of the worst possible things happened. The wealthiest 1% managed to seize illegitimate control of my country, giving a ridiculous sociopath an irresponsible amount of power to get it, and taking us all to the edge of a dizzying precipice, all for their benefit alone—merely more money. Perhaps, at its core, it is irrepressible human nature and they can’t help it. Maybe. At any rate, I hope I never have so much money that my singular focus becomes getting more at any cost. And I hope I never become so controlled by propaganda that I can no longer distinguish facts from obvious cons.
Anyway, back to work.
That’s right, the day after I declared that it’s time to get busy cranking out books, I spent many hours working on screenplays. It sounds stupid, and maybe it is, but I’m trying to make something happen with Zombies Versus Comicon, and I’ve been meaning to add this to my website anyway, so today was the day to get it live. If you’re interested, the screenplay section of my website is at https://tftorrey.com/screenplays/, and the Zombies Versus Comicon page links from there.
Also, the screenplays page wouldn’t look very good with only one screenplay on it, so I added the screenplay for Compensation, which I wrote years ago. That one has an audio file of the script being read by computer-generated voices for the characters, which is a little annoying, and a little cool. Find that one, too, linked from the screenplays page.
Words: I don’t know. My process for doing the screenplay work doesn’t lend itself to counting words. And these are supposed to be new words anyway. Shame on me.
Steps: About 6K. I don’t know for sure, because my pedometer was confusing some from last night. I got in a good walk in the morning, and a shorter one in the rain in the afternoon. After that, it rained the rest of the day, a cold rain, and I didn’t want to go out in it. Step fail.