(AKA "Requiem for a 2003 Dodge Durango") Such a long-winded, self-indulgent and definitive statement on life in my early twenties that I might retire Aimless Thoughts for a while. I truly feel like I've said most of what I can say at this age. This piece alone covers most of what I intended to get off my chest when I started blogging - it’s got angry political screeds, small-town Rust Belt melodrama, grief, religion, gambling, a kinda pathetic long-distance relationship, lengthy delineations about books, music, video games, movies and YouTube videos… this is me. This is who I am. Who I was in 2022 through the lens of who I am in 2026. If I died tomorrow you could still know me through these thirty thousand words. I am an addict, or at least I've got an addictive personality. It runs in the family. Both sides. I never got into drugs and I haven't had a beer since I was four. The only traditional vices I've ever struggled with are sex and, briefly, gambling. Bu...
Here it is, the inaugural full-length Wisconsin Hells story! It retains some of my more annoying tendencies (switching perspective mid-scene, still structurally being a collection of vignettes, not being half as funny as it was in my head...) but I'm ready to call it done. I'm really pretty proud of most of the gags here, and the characterization too. Charlie gets the bulk of the excellent stuff, I was glad to finally treat him as more than comic relief - his monologue at the end is my favorite writing I've done for this series. Honestly though, and maybe this is just because I've written so much less of them, I think the parts I'm overall fondest of are the bits with the side characters. We'll definitely be seeing more of 'em. So yeah on the whole, happy with what I did here while also excited to move on to more interesting things than setup. I think the breezy pace here can partly be blamed on the fact I've been sitting on these characters f...
I can't believe I actually found time to do a part two! In the past week my dog and fiance have both suffered horrible illnesses AND my AC went out during a heat wave. This was edited in a state of ninety-degree delirium while my house was being used as a sick ward. If anything about it sucks too bad blame the petroleum industry. On a more specific note: happy with how it turned out. I think my vignette-led approach to writing is slowly giving way to the kind of abrupt promptness you find in the monthly comic books and sitcom/dramedies that inspired this series. I like to think my tendency to chew a bit of scenery gives the whole thing room to breathe, but your mileage will inevitably vary. While we're on the comic book line of thought, ah, I promise I won't ever do a cliffhanger as abrupt as this again. I think it rocks, it's my favorite part of the issue, but future stories will attempt to be more self-contained and fully-featured. But once aga...
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