What do you mean it's July already?!

Memorial Day and the Fourth of July are only a week apart, right? No? Sure felt like it.

It’s been one of those months where I did a lot but accomplished little, especially on the writing front. Sure, I got a short story done and submitted, but I haven’t been able to make (yes make, not find) the time to put a dent in my other obligations. I’m sitting on two accepted outlines and a publishing schedule, so I really need to get my ass in gear.

I guess that’s what “next month” is for. Stupid procrastination.

Writing that short also made me realize my creativity has been in the crapper. I labored over its plot far longer than I should have, and it also took me far longer to put together some simple outlines than it would normally have taken me. Hell, I’ve even been silent on the blog because I didn’t have much to say, and the following picture is as close as I’ve come to doing anything remotely creative with my camera in weeks, if not months:

Beating procrastination is so fn metal

Beating procrastination is so f'n metal!

So, yeah. Half the year mostly pissed away. You people really need to smack me around more.

About Mike Oliveri

Mike Oliveri is a writer, martial artist, cigar aficionado, motorcyclist, and family man, but not necessarily in that order. He is currently hard at work on the werewolf noir series The Pack for Evileye Books.

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  1. Mikey says:


  2. JohnU says:

    shit. Mikey beat me to it.

    Okay, here’s the deal: every couple of days, I’ll send you a note and ask what you did, writing-wise. You do the same. Okay? Okay.

  3. Mikey says:

    You’re both lyin’ dogs and you know it. Mike – you’ll be beating the crap out of a cigar. John – you’ll be beating the crap out of a camera. Me – there’ll be no crap involved.


    There. You both deserved that. I’ll smack myself later.