The cold weather is coming and that means I’ll be spending more nights at this laptop, maybe with it in my lap, writing things like this and more short stories and stuff. I find it cathartic .Yeah, I said it. Goodness, I need another job that allows for more writing. Is that even possible without being a journalist? I don’t want to be a journalist. I used to to think I wanted to be one, but after I graduated college I was like “I can’t do that again.” I don’t like talking to people I’m a complete stranger to so often. It’s just awkward for me. I like deeper relationships. I’m rambling. And I didn’t want this to be a diary-like thing but that’s what this post seems to be about. Have to get it out.
I’m taking a stab at some science-fiction story as of late. I have to see how it goes. I think that often people, and movies, take science fiction into focusing on the scientific elements, rather than focusing on the people and characters and how they’re being affected by each other in the midst of this new atmosphere. A.Miller out.