stupid meta

I did not accomplish any of the meaningful blog writing I meant wanted to accomplish this week.

Between the Big Project That I Really Need to Just Discuss in Exciting Detail and some real life responsibilities, well, I just don't have any energy left.

I recently made the comparison of creativity to a well, and a reader corrected that comparison with one of his own. Creativity, he said, it more like a muscle; the more you work it, the stronger it gets and the longer it can be used before you're too tired to use it. I think that makes a lot of sense, and I wish I'd come up with it myself.

So to continue with that comparison, I'm tired. I've been using the creative muscles so much, they're sore and tired. I'd like to run and climb and swim and all that stuff, but pretty much all the energy I have at this moment needs to stay focused on The Long Walk, because if I fall down, I'm going to get shot.

Legion was awesome today, and in a cruel twist of fate, I'd really like to write all about the various jokes we made, the outrageously talented guest stars I got to work with, and how fucking awesome the show is . . . but it would reveal way too much that Warner Brothers wants to keep secret (and spoil the show for the audience, which sucks) so I'll just have to file those notes away and use them when this episode airs. And no, I can't even say the title, because that would give too much away.

For those of you who have stuck around and checked in this week, thanks for reading and interacting just a bit; it's been nice to have this blog as a "cool down" place to just goof off and blow off steam when I get a break from the Long Walk. I appreciate that WWdN doesn't seem to have douchebags like the one who felt compelled to freak out at John Kovalic for, you know, being human and having limits.

Enjoy the weekend, everyone. I'll be cleaning out my garage.