Writing, Ironically

There’s a strange irony about being paid to write things for a living and not having any time to write things outside of work. As with most things in my life, irony is pretty much old hat for me, so I’ve come to accept the fact that, once I became a “professional” “writer” I pretty much abandoned all outside writing.

Which kinda stinks, because writing about whatever I want to write about is pretty much my favorite thing in the world.

My “off” days are spent writing about the things I couldn’t finish writing on my on-days, so when I finally have a few moments when something’s not due, or something’s not about to be due, I prefer to stare at a wall, blankly.

And, really, is there any other way to stare at a wall? Not for my money, there’s not.

Not for my money.

It’s gotten to the point where things like this happen. See, when I started writing this post, oh, about five minutes ago I’d say, I knew where it was going. The general direction was in place, and I had a beginning, a middle, and an end.

Now, though? Nope. Completely forgot what I was trying to accomplish with this.

So, instead, I’ll link out to a really interesting interview with Grant Morrison about Batman. And how, in Morrison’s words, “Gayness is built into Batman.” Go check it out here. It’s definitely worth a read.

Also, just to chime in on the matter, I completely despise this new Blogger. It's annoying, non-functional, and certainly not user-friendly. Other than that, though? It's a fantastic achievement in...[insert something snarky here].