FFS.
Right, okay, that’s it. I’m a pencil punk writer now. Woke up to discover the broadband was out this morning. Some big network kerfuffle at Optus. Big enough for them to have changed their recorded message…
“Yeah yeah we know we’re on it, sheesh!”
Decided that if was going to slow down, again, I’d slow all the way down. So I hauled out my e-ink tab and scratchy stylus and got to writing the next 3.3 chapter out long hand.
We’ll see what happens next I guess.
Apocalypse supervisor: “Did you get him out of the house?”
Apocalypse functionary lvl3: ”I tried, but nothing is working. I even started with a big storm to ruin his domicile”
AS: nodding in agreement “good choice, its usually a sign even humans can’t miss, then what happened?”
AFlvl3: “I sent a plague of workmen, you know how annoying their tools are. But that didn’t work either. So I went with a dead possum in the wall”
AS: “hmmm, bit specific and usually works in groups greater than 3 to guarantee, but seeing budget cuts are still in effect I can see why you only used one”
AFlvl3: “my last move was to take down the broadband. But he just pulled out a tablet like thing and kept going”
AS: “there’s nothing else you could have done. Humans will ignore even the most obvious of signs”
honestly did you desecrate a shrine or something?