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January 20, 2019

Ugh, fanfiction. The thought most of us get when we hear it is the disgusting sexual stuff, or the Mary Sue stories that they typically are. I think of that, but I also think of terrible, error-laden writing with no discernable plot. Lots of dialog that is so unrealistic I want to puke, and out of character actions that just ruin the whole property to begin with.

I kind of want to write some.

I know, I know, it sounds silly. But I am really digging on a property right now. A property that (for the time being will remain nameless) is protected by one of the most fierce and bloodthirsty copyright holders in the world. A company that loves to go after people for the slightest hint of misuse of…well, anything.

But they have a massive publishing wing as well. Books and short stories, not to mention some comic books that they are supposedly starting up again. And this story, or stories, that I want to write, take place in a property that at the moment has so little fiction/fluff published that I really want to get something started. Hell, free short stories posted to their website would be fine. Exposure of that kind I could get behind—because it’s guaranteed readership!

I’m probably not going to write anything, though. I have a million other things to work on, but man…it’d be awesome to be able to do it.

In other news…

I’ve been thinking a lot about adventure stories, specifically “tomb raiding” stories like Indiana Jones. I have two ideas in the works for plots that I highly doubt you’re expecting to see. I’ve been studying that trope for a while and figuring out ways I can turn it upside down. I hope I can properly write them.

I may put the next novel on hold for a while basically because I keep writing new Clay and Styg stories. Every time I finish one, I start another. I’m working on rewriting some older ones, and getting editing done on a lot of them. If things go well, I could have them collected in a book (like I’ve always wanted!).

Snowing like crazy here in Toledo. I haven’t left the house all day. How’s your Saturday been?

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January 17, 2019

Hey!

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Over the recent holidays, we’ve had some nice, long weekends at my day job. 4 days for Christmas, and 4 for New Year’s. We were back at work yesterday, sitting there and hoping to stay awake. (I couldn’t sleep Tuesday night for some reason. Not sure why, but it happens. Nothing to worry about, though.)

When we came back to work from Christmas, one of our truck drivers told us that a former employee lost his mother on Christmas. It was sad to hear and we felt back for him, but no one suspected any kind of foul play or something more sinister. Rumor was that her heart messed up somehow, which was still odd because she was only in her late 40’s.

So yesterday, someone asked if we heard about the death, and we all did. But he said that he found out more—it was a suicide.

Now, none of us know what the woman felt, thought, lived with, and had to deal with every day. Suicide and mental health are unique to each person suffering from them. I feel bad for the entire family, and they have my sympathies.

I keep thinking about that former employee, though. He was difficult to deal with. Too much of a smart mouth, and always wanted to get involved in everyone’s business. It wasn’t an inquisitive nature, it was him going out of his way to be annoying. To be honest, he reminded me a little of myself, but mostly other kids I knew back when I was 11 or 12.

A lot of the other warehouse guys picked on him and treated him like a chump. He pretty much proved that he was, in fact, a chump within his first couple of days on the job. The good-natured hazing and ribbing turned into regular bullying and harassment, but he did nothing to help himself. Like many people in that position, he became standoffish and wanted to stir up trouble of his own.

He would come in the office and mouth off, disregard basic instructions, and try to mess up everyone’s job—grabbing papers off the printer, picking up ringing phones, interrupting with customers. It doesn’t take a clinical therapist to know that these kinds of behaviors come from his anger and frustration, feeling like he needs to cause trouble even more, regardless of what happens. He gets the attention he feels he deserves.

Did I mention he’s 21 years old? Not 3, not 8, not 12. 21. An adult, of legal drinking, voting, and driving age.

I can’t say what people should or shouldn’t do, but he seems a little too old to be acting like that. He was annoying, so I wasn’t sad to see him leave for another job.

But after a tragedy like this, losing his mom in such a horrifying way, it makes me actually worry for him. I feel bad, and he and his entire family have my sympathies. I hope that everything goes well for him, and that they all get through this.

Not to be crass or unsympathetic in any way, shape or form, but I hope it causes him to grow up a little bit. I can’t assume what, if any, mental health issues he might have, but tragic events like this can often be an eye opening experience for people. It might help him grow up and get his act together, and become more of an adult.

It could also push him back even more.

I honestly worry that instead of coming out of this a stronger, better man, he’s just going to revert even more to the childish, troublesome imp he seemed to be in the office. I’m not saying any of this to ridicule or say how people should be or act or live. What I’m saying is, I hope he can work his way through this, and if he needs to get help to do so, may he find what he needs.

It took me forever to finally go to a therapist. I’m not cured of emotional outbursts and occasional depressive lulls, but I do know how to deal with them. Sometimes it takes a major life event or tragedy to get to where you need to be, and sometimes you just get there on your own.

Either way, I feel for him, and his family. And I hope everything is okay for all of you, too.