Foggy October morning. Pumpkin spice coffee in-hand. Deep breaths of the dense autumn air. 🍁🍂🍁☕

Part of my current and sudden #writing struggle is dealing with the notion that what I have to say isn’t worth anyone paying attention to. How do I convince readers that what I have to say is worth their time? To me… wasting someone’s time is a morbid sin.

Feeling guilty about not writing since the glory that was Blaugust.

Summer Fades: https://blog.vzqz.io/2024/10/02/summer-fades.html

I don’t have the energy to pretend I knew about #Blaugust. Yep, never seen this before. Sounds like a good idea.

The summer of 2024, we are in between heatwaves. I didn’t even record the most recent heatwave. Another is slated for next week. Considering a second job just to pay my electric bill.

The hottest, haziest day of the year calls for the darkest goth playlists. We’re talking Sisters of Mercy, Fields of the Nephilim, Bauhaus, Love Like Blood, Two Witches, Switchblade Symphony and the darkness under a red-orange sun goes on. 💀🧛🏼‍♂️🕶🪦🏴🕸

At a scifi #writing convention a few years ago, I attended a panel: “50 story ideas in 50 minutes.” Five writers took turns coming up with story ideas. That’s all it was. Many of the ideas were not winners, but the point was to generate the ideas. They did it in time. It was great to watch.

My favorite Eddie Murphy films are Harlem Nights and The Golden Child. Though now I’m realizing… the Golden Child is basically Axel Foley as the lead in an urban fantasy film. WAIT… I just remembered Coming to America. Oh yeaaah.

As a latchkey kid in the 80s, I saw a lot of Eddie Murphy. I stopped paying attention when he started doing the zany/family movies in the 90s and 2000s. Then I caught Eddie Murphy in Dolemite is My Name, the 2019 biopic. He should have gotten an Oscar for lead actor.