Wow! I'm Fake as Hell

The moral of what you've just seen is clear.

So much for holding me accountable. Thanks a lot, you idiots! Unless you haven’t read my previous post, then that must have come across as aggressively pointed. And even if you have read the last post, you’re not an idiot. I’M the idiot (cue ripped pants musical number from Spongebob).

The truth is, I didn’t almost forget to post today because I didn’t write. In fact, I had quite the breakthrough. So I’m trying this new thing where instead of being hard on myself for not doing what I deem to be enough, I am meeting myself where I’m at and being content.

Also, I’ve kinda been in this late-night creativity vibe lately, which feels very right for my brand.

Anyway…I’ll have more to say later.

But for now, I leave you with this —

Twilight Zone episode, “Stopover in a Quiet Town.” This one is simple but effective. A couple passes out after a night of drinking to wake up in a town where everything is fake: the people, the objects, the food, etc. They try to escape to no avail. In the end, we learn they are tiny earthling toys for a giant girl and are living in a dollhouse of sorts. I think this perfectly encapsulates one of my greatest irrational fears…unless it’s not so irrational after all.

Also, what are we thinking about this Twi-Zone theme? I kinda dig it! It wasn’t intentional I swear, it just sort of happened. But if I know anything about my writing, it’s that when I go with whatever feels right, the outcome is usually pretty good. So, we likey?