Just Another Update

Plugging away on this pilot story. I figure I'll have a ton of hours next week to continue on this thing. But I'm doing awesome, juggling all these projects. I do one scene revision on The Hun when I wake up, because it's not on the front burner anymore, and I'm planning my World War 2 story. The time I've spent working it out has been good to me, and this is seeming really fucking entertaining just out the gate. And people love World War 2. This is a story that hasn't been done yet too, which means it should be pretty damn fun. And it'll probably be panned too, but fuck it. I do this for me. I've seen some sick movies in my head that other people likely won't get to see, and that's pretty cool.

And I've been keeping up with my exercise. I've been ramping it up, and I'll probably add onto my left arm weight duration and jump up to the 10 pound weight with my right hand. Sure, I won't be huge, but I don't need to be. Being a bodybuilder doesn't benefit you in fighting. It's just more mass to work around. There's a reason MMA fighters are toned little guys. They have enough muscle to get the job done and retain their dexterity. Ever watch the original Conan the Barbarian? He can barely wield that damn sword, his upper body is so big. And it doesn't take that much strength to ruin someone with a sword. You need the speed to deliver it where it needs to go, the accuracy to hit the target, and a modicum of strength. My left side is bulking plenty though. I should be able to wield that big-ass shield all day. I'm stoked. I love that shield. I want to be buried with that shield.

I think I owe quite a bit of this explosion in activity to me quitting smoking. It had its uses, but ultimately it slowed me down. Don't get me wrong, I enjoy it, but I enjoy being productive more. I figure it's like Rip Van Winkle's moonshine. It puts your brain to sleep, and it dreams, and dreaming is amazing, but at some point, you have to wake up and get going.

So, that's my update slash thought for the day. Also, who keeps reading this? It can't possibly be that interesting. It must be the government. In which case, my name isn't Mike, but Rusty Shackleford.