1am

[pilfered_words]

1 am is the new midnight, everybody. But only for tonight. 

 

My brain was actually functional today! On Monday, I kept spacing out and being distracted and reading random shit at work and generally being zombie-like. So yesterday, instead of waiting to crash and burn like I usually do, I just took a day off. The real shocker is that it worked. I was actually for realsies productive today. Weird.

 

I wrote a snippet of Logan-POV Veronica Mars fic. It would be a lot easier to write if I didn’t keep wondering if I want to change it to tight third-person after all. Also, if I had any idea where I’m going with this. 

 

Here, have a couple paragraphs:

 

Neptune High. You will never find a more wretched hive of scum and villainy. You name it, and as long as “it” is some stereotypical teenage villainous activity, I’ll find you someone at this school that specializes in it. Biker gang? Check. Backstabbing gossip queens? Check. Innocent-looking drug dealers? Check. Bootlicking wannabes? Check. Entitled jackasses with trust funds? Check, check, and check.

 

Some people might think that I, Logan Echolls, son of Aaron and Lynn Echolls, famous movie stars, fall into that last category. This, of course, is pure slander. If I happen to be an entitled jackass, it’s not because of my trust fund; I would be just as much of a jackass if I was broke.

 

…[then Dick gossips about someone getting tied to the flagpole, and we launch into the pilot. In theory. In practice, I’ve only written a couple more sentences. And can I just say, the timeline makes no sense. What has Veronica been doing for the past 6 months? Angsting about being an outcast? Seriously, apparently nothing happened between Lianne leaving in February and the pilot in September.]