Computers hate me – they give me two years of glorious devotion and then start acting like an adulterous lover.
Jake and Heath hate me – I’ve been writing the same story over and over again. Third person, First person, past tense, present tense. And what is so bad, damn if I can tell if any of the versions are any good.
Ennis and Jack hate me – I got Jack running away from dearest daddy. He meets up with the ranch owner’s son, Ennis. And that’s it. Then I have them, in another story, meeting up after years apart at Junior’s wedding. Now I think there is a story in the second idea but Jake and Heath have hijacked me.
My body hates me – I’m not feeling so good. Damn weather can’t make up its mind and so my body follows suit. I’m sitting here sneezing, suffering with aching muscles, sore throat while I pay homage to the most horrifying downloading ever because computers hate me.
How’s that for a sad Saturday. The only way to happiness would be if a few BBM writers would update their stories.