A NORMAL HUMAN WAITING FOR A SOFTWARE UPDATE.

Ones and zeros

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I’m a normal human. No, really, I am. Just a run of the mill every day bloke made from snips, snails and puppy-dogs’ tails. Not adapters, cords, and circuit motherboards.

Whenever I appear to be working outside of my programing my wife says Elon must have forgotten to update my software. I was born in the seventies, I have old programing. My drivers are well out of date. Stuck in a loop of ones and zeroes, my lips moving as I quietly narrate characters talking in my head. I’ve been caught doing this and people look at me like I’m an insane person. I’m not an insane person. I’m a normal human. No, really, I am. Just a run of the mill every day bloke made from snips, snails and puppy-dogs’ tails. Not adapters, cords, and circuit motherboards…..

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Sorry, where was I?

So, we’ve determined that I am a human, a normal human, I have the nipples to prove it so stop asking so many question. I’m also a writer. I guess that’s why you’re here. I write, you read. It’s a tricky game this writing business, and one I’m not entirely good at. The business part of it anyway. I lack the skills needed to draw a crowd. The pied piper of word slinging I am not. These days gathering an audience is about more than the writing. It’s luck. It’s confusing. It’s a grind. One that deflates many authors. A sea of words floating around the dark cold waters waiting for a net to scoop them up.

We are all lost in a sea of content.

I’ve neglected this pond and need to post some new words for you to catch. Your fishing license is free. It’s not a lack of product, it’s more about motivation. Every day I watch my words float away. With a large pair of binoculars made with the right kind of lens you can watch the words disappear into the abyss. It can be discouraging. Once you get older, the kind of older I’ve become, time becomes more valuable than likes. I have better things to do than figure out what booby traps I can lay to snag a few readers to convince them to join my pyramid scheme. Sigh. I have too many conversations going on inside my head to walk away from writing.

No, my lips weren’t moving, that would be weird.

So, join me on a deep sea fishing adventure, but bring supplies. Whatever you do remember to take a compass, oh and bring a spacesuit. That way if we get lost, at least you can drink your own urine.

It’s not weird, it’s science.

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