On the one hand, this can be taken as a sign of progress. I started this blog as a way to hone my craft and become recognized as a writer; I think it's safe to say that I've accomplished both of these things. Last week I sold my first article to a magazine publisher, which officially makes me a Professional Writer. (It was for the January issue of Unicorn Rampant's 3.5/Pathfinder e-zine Claw/Claw/Bite, and it will be available at the end of the month. I expect all of you to buy an issue!)
But on the other hand, all this "for realz" writing means I have less time to work on this here blog. That troubles me, because blogging is a lot of fun and I can say all sorts of strange things.
FLAMING MONKEY PANTIES !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
.. like that. Try as I might, no one is ever going to pay me to write "Flaming Monkey Panties," no matter how awesome that phrase might be. (Hint: it's pretty damn awesome.) So I am saddened, mostly because I am not immediately rich and famous and so successful that I can talk smack on this blog during the day and then work on my "serious" writing at night.
On days like this, the only thing to do is go shoot the fuck out of some zombies.
|Erin Palette, straight-up zombie killah|
I know I said that my next time out would be at 50 yards, but I didn't want to deal with that today. Besides, those zombie heads are damn small at 25 yards. Even with a scope and bipod, I still managed to clip a civilian in the right thigh...
This, however, is a damn sexy shot group.
|Damn you, 10 ring! DAMN YOOOOOUUUUU|
It was a good day.