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Random Update + Gambling

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1) The past week and a half has seen me harboring a cold that (while not epic) is definitely not fun. We will not go into details, mmkay?

Since half my team caught something at the same exact time, we’re all kind of assuming it came from the team outing we had volunteering at Second Harvest Food Bank. That, or the Jamaican buffet we ate at the same day for lunch.

Volunteering was rather a lot of fun when doing it with friends. We sorted meats.

Lots. And LOTS. Of meats.

As in, several pallets of ~10lb hams that didn’t sell for Thanksgiving. An alarming number of “chicken paws” packages (yes, it is what you think it is. No, I don’t know why it’s labeled paws when chickens have no such thing). One giant tub of “pork chitterlings”. Several boxes of exploded clams (voted “worst smell of the day” without any competition whatsoever).

Meat. Meats for days, you guys. (And some really gorgeous fish options as well. Most of the meat we sorted was really lovely, but that doesn’t make for a very entertaining anecdote).

2) I have the start of my story!

I have the first line. I have the first chapter. I even have the start of the second chapter.

We’re in good shape. I just need to not feel like exploded clams before I get started. (well, WANT. I want to not feel like exploded clams. One could easily argue that a kleenex box on my writing table would help with the physical symptoms, but the body exhaustion ain’t fun.)

3) Random brain noodle of the day.

“The Devil Went Down to Georgia” is a popular country song that most of you are probably familiar with. Johnny fiddled his country little heart out and beat the devil in a bet of his soul against a golden fiddle.

Nice, right? Little guy sticking it to the big bad?

WRONG. I posit that this story would be encouraged by any half-wit devil on the receiving end of it. Sure, there’s a bit of an ego-jab, but how could that compare to the hundreds or thousands of people who listen to the song and think “hey, maybe -I- could win a bet against the devil”.

BOOM. Soul-harvesting statistics surely climbed as a result of this song.

And that? That is why I think maybe I should wait for my thoughts to settle into normal thinking patterns before I start writing.

Just sayin’.

4 comments

  • So, I have this thing where I think the devil needs to win more often. Because, you know, immortal being around since the beginning of time and all. So, maybe an unrepentant Johnny *did* lose his soul to the devil that night.

    “The boy said, ‘My name’s Johnny, and it might be a sin,
    But I’ll take your bet; and you’re gonna regret ’cause I’m the best there’s ever been.'”

    “Johnny said, ‘Devil, just come on back if you ever wanna try again,
    ‘Cause I’ve told you once–you son of a bitch–I’m the best there’s ever been.'”

    I mean, it’s the devil. He’s got to be good at things. He’s been around. He could practice the damn fiddle every day for all we know. Imagine beating the devil at something and spending the rest of your life believing how great you must be. Maybe the devil intentionally lost in a believable way. Maybe that golden fiddle weighs his soul just enough.

  • I think your villain’s gonna be a bad’un. (Also, that project I’m going to do for you–I’m REALLY going to do it. Soonish . . .) (I just hatehatehate Amazon’s crappy crap. But I’ll get there!)

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