I’m being driven mad by a craving for mozzarella sticks and it is a very confusing experience. I may have to get some sort of fried appetizer tonight when we see Suicide Squad.
I spent last night drinking beer and spitting out the first draft of a 2,000 word piece of flash fiction for Chuck Wendig’s weekly challenge. Today I learned that I have to let such a thing sit for a day or two; I know what the story needs, but could not push my brain to do those things just yet.
The good thing about that is that I have now proven to myself that I can in fact produce something mostly coherent that includes a beginning, middle, and end. I’ve been in doubt of that for some time. Now I’ve murdered that particular demon in a spectacularly messy way and can get on with my quest to create a writing career. Prepare yourselves.
Fried pickles might serve as an acceptable substitute. With ranch to drown them in.
I’ve spent most of this week trying to automate various things that can help get me, and hopefully this blog, greater exposure. It’s a mind numbing thing to do, but thankfully I’m a bit of a wonk for digital marketing and already know the process.
Speaking of which, I made a silly cat poster with a quote from author Saladin Ahmed yesterday, and this happened:
— Jenn Burroughs (@CheeseAndGlory) August 11, 2016
I wonder what’s involved in frying mozzarella? Do they use an egg dip? Is it corn meal, wheat flour, or a mix?
I hope Suicide Squad is a good time. I’ve read the reviews and I have very low expectations that will be met if it’s better than Batman vs. Superman. My opinion might be swayed more positively if I get to eat mozzarella sticks.