I have so much shit to do and so little time to do it. I set myself up to write something every day on a couple of different sites, and that is going nicely; I have been pretty good at nailing down the time to do it. The thing that has slipped away, for most of this year are the plans to really nail the publishing aspect of this whole writing thing. I have a lot of work already available as hard copies through Lulu, but I have been wanting to crack Createspace and see if I can't really bring some moolah in. Thing is people follow me around on my projects and I get likes enough, but the push to monetize it hasn't really materialised. I know this is my own fault, but the hamster wheel 9-to-5ness of life sometimes makes getting a breath between cycles of action not the easiest thing in the world. I just have to carve out some time between the daily, the nightly chores ... all that distracting bullshit of life. The cool thing is I have managed to dial down the soul-vomit tendency to splurge emotions all over the net that Facebook encouraged. Being a negative whiny bitch is as vain as posting selfies all over the place. I mean, I get it, I write and I expect people to read it, but I'd rather be putting something a little more universal out there than the psychic skidmarks a lot of people seem happy to display as if they were really gouged out scars rather than cosmetic smears of nothing.