Determined to Rule the World
January 12, 2018
So I managed to arrive to work about ten minutes early today, despite having pulled a twelve hour shift yesterday. I was impressed by this, as groggy as I was, so I thought I would be productive! Thus, I broke out my laptop and began to engage in the nerd work of the ages, my cleaning up of the last portion of my nerd site that requires it, when my boss rounded the corner into the break room.
"What the hell are you always doing on that thing, anyway?"
I looked at my screen, where I was currently modernizing the role playing game description of a bunch of costumed terrorists' inflatable raft, and then back up at my boss. I was trying to figure out how to explain this without blowing my cover at work, since I have thus far continued the charade that I am one of them, and didn't want to blow it. So, I tried to dodge.
"I'm writing a book."
She then proceeded to ask me about said book, but luckily, since I am kinda sorta writing a book, I could at least fake that. Sure, my writing is not proceeding very quickly, since I'm still on the first few pages, and I'm still trying to find the research material I require without spending several thousand dollars, but I wasn't lying. About writing a book, at least. Even if I wasn't at that moment.
Of course, I was still vague. How do you explain you're writing a modern variation of a seven thousand year old religious text?