Three days. I forgot that there are three days left in May, not two. I need to write 5k words to make sure I don’t miss my 30k goal. This doesn’t seem like it should be hard, but I’m having a weird month. I’m going to work on the zine today, but I have all those One Direction stories that I should be able to add a few thousand words to. Even if I skip ahead and write some sexy bits. It’s funny how I lost my excitement even before the whole pot smoking thing. I lost my excitement before this paragraph was done. So, what am I going to do? I’m going to make my zine today. Hopefully, I can put it out tomorrow morning. That’ll be good, because I need to share something. Actually, no, I don’t. I did just share something Cam House this week. But that’s fine.
I want to focus on that for Cam House, instead of reblogging other people. I’m going to focus on sharing how I work. And every month–hopefully more soon–I’ll share my work. I really need to do something on the Jameson Dash blog soon. I can’t let it go this long. Because I need people to sign up for the newsletter. Here’s the thing: I’m never going to get everyone on the newsletter or everyone on Twitter or everyone on Tumblr. I have to maintain everywhere. But I have to make sure it’s manageable for me. Which is why I should do a blog post on the off weeks of the newsletter. I could post something today. Do I have something for today? I can always come up with something. Ooh, maybe I’ll just take a photo of Away Game all printed out. Yes. That’s good, photo, easy, don’t have to write much.
That’s a good update. OK. That’s Jameson Dash. I’m working on Cam House. Maybe I should tweet somewhere, too. While I’m doing all that, I’m still trying to get these photos uploaded to Flickr. I wonder how many days it’s going to take. This one has already been going for an hour, at least. I mean, it is a lot of photos at once. I just threw them all up–300+ of them. But, might as well, right? I’m going to finish writing here, make some tea, sit and watch these terrible food trucks, if it’s still on. It might be over because it’s almost 11. But I can finish writing before 11, can’t I? This is paragraph three. I have two more to write after that. Two paragraphs, at three minutes each, is six minutes. No problem. I have 12 minutes left. Well, probably more like 11 now.
I’m just waiting for–there it is. The clock ticked over. hilarious that Sophie texts me to tell me the racist food truck is on TV. I could ask, which one? But the truth is that there’s only one that we’re talking about when we’re talking about it. These white brothers in DC who have an Ethiopian circus-themed truck. It’s cultural appropriation on top of racism on top of misogyny. It’s an all in one bundle. I just think that people could stand to make their own food. I mean, I love tacos. But I don’t make the best tacos. If we had a food truck, it would be scones and cookies and tea and Yorkshire pudding and scotch eggs and roast chicken and mashed potatoes. That’s what I love to eat. That’s what I cook best. I definitely want to sit down with my notebook soon and bang out all the ideas I’m gathering in my head.
I don’t think a month is going to be long enough. I think we’ll want to stretch out and explore the ideas a little more. But starting out as a tea house is interesting. It should get people in easier than, say, a laundromat or a zine shop or a whatever else. But then again–food. Food is so hard to do. I think there much be a way to do it that is skirting around the rules. Not breaking them, but working within the grey zone. Is that the right phrase? Maybe just “in the grey”? Something doesn’t sound right there. But oh well. I just want to finish writing so I can have some tea. Like, tea, right. That should be easy to make. Because we’re not selling the tea. You come in and you get tea, but you’re buying everything else in the shop.