I Was Going to Write Something Today But Then I Sat Down to Write It and Forgot Was I Was Going to Write About, I Blame COVID Even Though I Am Almost Entirely Over It Now, Anyway, Here’s a Hibiscus
Posted on July 21, 2022 Posted by John Scalzi 9 Comments
In fact, today was the first day I got real serious work done on the novel in, like, forever, so blaming COVID for having a brain fart here feels even less sincere than it might have been previous. Although I suppose I could say I spent all my writing coins today on pay copy. Yeah, that’s it. That’s what I’m going with. The hibiscus is pretty, at least.
At least you can blame it on COVID. ;-)
Yeah, yeah, get back to work, young man.
I got up at 3:30 this morning, took two trains and a bus, simply for the purpose of handing in my ID/access card to Neiman Marcus Direct, so we’ll have none of your carping about life’s misfortunes. Oh, I was half-ass smart: I’ve got a new job lined up for next Monday.
There’s no way you can blame that on Covid. That’s just advancing age. I’m ten years further on, and I would have forgotten what I came here to comment on if it wasn’t further up the page…
Ok hi to your biscus as well.
Your excuse sounds valid to me. The brain giveth, and the brain taketh away. You’re lucky its priorities are currently aligned with yours. Enjoy the moment.
Blame El Nino. That’s what I do.
Just go full James Stockwell and shout “Covid” at random.
StockDALE, not WELL. Geez. COVID! I’m genx ehhhhhh.
Fun fact: I knew James Stockdale and his son was the headmaster of my high school (rather after I attended). VP debate notwithstanding. James Stockdale was a pretty remarkable man.