Seven Years in T’bed
Once upon a time, this aspiring writer actually used to write. Back in the early 00’s I used to be able to churn out 5,000 words a day, and still dedicate the evenings to...
Tagged: procrastination
Ashmatica does Mental Health
I hate Christmas. Aside from any issues of consumption, obligation, and religion, there’s all the fucking Christmas music. If I don’t make it to 2022, I want everybody to know that Christmas music finished...
The Future is Here, but Not Just Yet
When I wrote my last update I had no idea it would be so long until I would post again. I had every intention of uploading more, and even had some posts drafted. It...
Creepy Toad Ornaments
Right now, as I type this, a creepy toad ornament is looking at me. This particular ornament is a little smaller than the size of a fist, made of dark wood. The upper jaw/head/back...
Self ePublishing
It’s time. I started writing about 12 years ago – which translates to approximately 1.5 years of writing, and 10.5 of furious and intense procrastination, masturbation and staring out of windows, waiting for fiction...
A Poker Faced Encounter
Where was I? Oh yes, floristry. I currently have no job. This is great. I fill my days with activities of a satisfyingly horizontal nature, trying not to leave the TV on a channel...
Ash-Matic Did Revision
26/01 Technically, this post chould be called Ash-Matic Does Procrastinating. If Ash-Matic was revising, this post would not exist. But I want to save Ash-Matic Does Procrastinating for another time, because it’s something I’m...
Ash-Matic Does Good News and Bad News.
The other night I had two pieces of news: One was that the lovely Miss-Matic would be away overnight the next day, due to a work commitment; the other was that our fridge-freezer had...
Ash-Matic Does Domestic Discord
Uh oh. I’m in trouble. Miss-Matic has guests. And when Miss-Matic has guests, the laws of chaos seem to inexplicably change. Normally, when I walk into a someone’s home and see an unwashed mug,...