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Ugh. This is my third draft. I am so fried, I’ve got writer’s block. Alright. Here we go again.

You may have noticed Unlife has been trying to build a social media presence on InstagramTwitter, and even more so on Facebook. Maybe I’m an old grandpa man who doesn’t understand social media and #hashtagging things (#unlife), but the entire experience has been a lot more exhausting and difficult than I could have predicted. There’s this grinding halt my production hits when my fat thumbs try to type whole words on my phone, attempting to produce another ten hashtags and reach out to a whole new set of people to expose to the unfolding tale of James and co. And every now and then, between the stop and go nature of this and my other jobs and responsibilities, when it comes to Wednesday morning and I need to write a blog post…

My brain just lets out a big wet fart.

I’m not complaining, mind you. I love blogging (and farting) and I love love love Unlife so much and every page we get is a gift in itself. But it’s hard not to get frustrated when you’ve spent the last hour writing and rewriting different posts over and over again, trying to figure out what to say to an audience of thousands of different people you’ve never met with different viewpoints and ideals. What do I even say to such a huge group? Give them my two cents with another set of movie and game reviews? Share details and anecdotes from my personal life? Shove a vegetarian lifestyle down people’s throats and contribute to man’s eventual downfall to the chicken? I don’t even know anymore, and spiraling over that choice certainly does not get the blog written.

I suppose the point of using this space moving forward was to give you a more personal and intimate form of expression and contact. Unlife, though a work of fiction, holds the beliefs, desires, and wishes Zack and I live every day. The kinds of stories we love and the things we want to say, woven into the subtext while the actual text has blue zombies fighting to stay alive and asking “Why, God, why?!” But this blog space is much more naked and personal.

Unlife’s script goes through an enormous amount of rewrites before going online. The last interlude has been in the making for maybe 9 months now, and the actual story changed a good four or five times before we ended up with, well, what just happened. Editing out the stilted conversations, the over-explained and -contrived plots, the rejected Were-Pug story idea that I swear I’ll find somewhere to shove in one day. Unlife is made up of mistakes, trials, and a lot lot lot of errors before it arrives on your screen in its refined form. Most of Unlife’s life is lived in the mistakes that you never get to see.

You can say the same for real people too, I guess.

I believe that the big secret to writing is to just get it done. Otherwise it just remains those wet brain farts. And mistakes that no one can see become  lost within the corridors of your Word document, to be returned to “one day”, just not today. And I get how hard that is. Really, it’s super tough to call something done because it shouldn’t just be done. It needs to be GOOD, too. Otherwise, why bother? And though “good” is a subjective term, it’s one we all hold our work to to a certain extent. I guess I have a hard time coming up with blogs sometimes because I want to put my best foot forward. I want to impress you guys, to an almost pathological degree.

And I shouldn’t. I don’t think I should even be saying this, breaking that weird fourth wall between creator and audience. But I’d rather just be honest here, in this space. Social media and Instagram and Twitter (#unlife) are some weird foreign language I’m attempting to decipher in an attempt to reach more people and connect with them. And if I’m being honest with this space all I can say is…

I’m drawing a blank.