Did not get as much done today as I had hoped, but whatever.

Success comes from telling yourself that you will keep trying no matter how badly you fail. Even if you fail so bad that the Guiness World of Records people show up and they give you multiple awards, you will keep trying. And trying. And trying, until you succeed.

This eliminates failure as way to end the tension of achievement. Once that exit route is blocked, you are free to devote all your energies to success and you will no longer be living life with one foot out the door.

Now as you are reading these words,. no doubt the part of your mind that I will affectionately dub the “loser” part of your brain is qualing at the very thought of such a commitment. “But then we’d be TRAPPED” it screams. “Nooooooo!”.

But you are not trapped. You are, in fact, freer than you have ever been before because now you know that you can totally escape feeling like a loser and hating yourself and all that crap and all you have to do is keep on trying.

That’s it. If you’re trying, you’re good. As long as you keep trying, you are doing the exact thing that you need to do to succeed. You are on the road to success. There is nothing “loser-ish” about it.

Just like that, you become a winner in the lottery of life. And all you had to do was keep buying the tickets!

Today, I finally finished my assignment for that $6 place. ^[1] Took a lot more than an hour, but what the hell, it’s my first time.

Plus, I was not having the best brain day while I was doing it. My whole “afternoons are for working” idea sounded good but neglected to factor in the fact that I am often somewhat of a zombie in the afternoon and really don’t come alive till the sun goes down and things cool off.

That confirms that I am a total night owl. Or a vampire. I’m a vampire owl.

You saw the result in my blog feed in the entry previous to this one. If it seems a little uneven to you, there’s a reason.

Let me tell you a story.

Once upon a time, there was a hard working vulpine who was very happy with the article he had written. He felt he had presented all the pertinent facts in a fun and engaging way that was also easy to understand. It was good work. He smiled.

Then he glanced at the specifications for the article and noticed they said the article had to be “at least 850 words. ”

With a terrible sinking feeling making him feel like his heart was sinking into his stomach, he did a wordcount on his article.

It confirmed his darkest suspicions : his article was only 437 words.

When he suddenly realized he now had to somehow come up with 463 more words, he looked like this.

Damn his knack for being concise!

So I spend this afternoon fattening up the goddamned article. And that is something that very very much goes against the grain for this intrepid wordsmith. I said all that needed to be said in the original article.

To have to add a bunch of words to it in order to meet some arbitrary metric and thus making the content less dense goes against every writer’s instinct I have.

But whatever. This is work, not art.

I am pretty sure that it was my dislike of the activity that, combined with my mental fog, made it take so goddamned long.

So the good news is that it should be easier the next time. I will know in advance that the job requires me to be more verbose than I am normally and that is way better than finding that out at the exact moment I thought I was done.

That really sucked.

I am not sure how to be more verbose about it. I assume I will figure it out. If I could include my own thoughts it would be easy. This entire blog is proof of that.

But no, I have to stay within the confines of a normal article for normal people.

Once more, I have to stuff this massive mind of mine into a tiny cramped space. It is to sigh. But I am at least enjoying the mental challenge of adapting to and learning this interesting new system.

Once that is done, I will likely reevaluate my commitment to this gig.

Other than that, I mostly slept and played Elder Scrolls Online. The usual. Bleh. It’s not an unpleasant way to spend my time but it has so little flavour to it.

I had hoped to finish my second draft of my texting story today. You know, the one that’s actually in the form of an Excel spreadsheet, like I was supposed to do the first time.

But that’s not going to happen, so I have rescheduled it for tomorrow. Either in the afternoon or the evening, depending on the mental weather.

One thing about doing it in the form of an Excel spreadsheet is that it makes it impossible for me to write it here and make it my blog entry.

Oh no, looks like I will have to do more work. What a pity. I will have less time to be zonked out in front of a goddamned video game.

I am being sarcastic.

The important thing is to remember that I am happiest when I am busy.

I am happiest when I am busy
I am happiest when I am busy
I am happiest when I am busy.

Repeat until believed.

I will talk to you nice people agan tomorrow.