As I sit here with my thighs of fire and pain (don't worry, it only hurts when I move my legs) I can't help but look back at how something has turned out. This blog to be precise. When I originally switched away from the daily posting schedule to posting five times a week I thought to myself "It's not bad really. Three posts and two Immortal Space posts and I'm writing IS during the week anyway, so it's not really extra work."
Then I started writing other projects, and IS had to take a back seat. Now I'm actually close to being back to the original daily posting schedule because under that, I was making five posts a week and two posts of not much. It's just now instead of making posts of not much, I actually take the day off. I don't think I'm likely to start taking the weekends off as well or anything. I'm just thinking about how I'm actually now on a more rigorous schedule than before because I try to make five posts of semi-decent content. Well, two posts of good content, a podcast which is usually two to three posts in one, and then two posts over the weekend that are basically "Well what can I come up with this time?"
Jeez I seem to be doing a lot of work. It's not too bad though. It's times like this I actually consider myself lucky to not have a job. If I had to do all this, and going to the gym, and a job...well I'd have probably killed something by now.
I need to finish this story so I can work on something new but dammit I love this story so much and it's growing of it's own accord, showing just how awesome it is. Meh I'll get by. When I'm a physical adonis and what not I can move into prostitution.
I don't know how to feel that I'd actually consider being a male escort. One time when we got smashed Jessica did sign me up to an escort agency. I got work but she used her own email address and so I never knew about it.