Watching her make a Y incision.

I much rather attempt the time honored practice of body piercing and maybe some old fashion prison tattooing, with my left hand, unassisted, than go through another tutorial. The whole business is complicated past endurance and I'm just too lazy to go through it.

I'm not really lazy, is just that this stuff bores me to the point I want to take up arms and go on some sort of protest, anything to kill the monotony of it all. I have to say it isn't the fault of the writers, they do an excellent job of presenting the material. The sheer amount of information these two luminaries, Kyle and Carson, have gathered on internet marketing will make anything that you might accumulate on your own lost far under a deep impenetrable shadow.

This internet marketing voodoo is not something one would call an excelsior undertaking. This thing takes time, takes effort, what I have heard others call: hard work; a notion that I've excelled at avoiding throughout my life (I suppose I just admitted at being a tad lazy). I much rather read novels; at this point I'll even try romance novels, the kind of tales that feature throbbing manhoods and heaving bosoms, but I can't. I shouldn't procrastinate any longer, I have to get to work.

I lack motivation. Money is not enough. Why can't I just write articles for a living? I'll take a small office in a dusty old basement, with heating pipes across the ceiling and faded, full of lead, pre-seventies green paint, a la Fox Mulder. Oh my God, throw in a Scully of my very own, and I'll do it, I swear I will. She doesn't even have to be a redhead, although I wouldn't mind watching her make a Y incision every other blue moon, I wouldn't mind that at all.

I've had another writing project these past couple of weeks that's kept me busy . A project which I first started as a way of justifying to myself the absence of completing the Wealthy Affiliate course. It quickly became very enjoyable and serious, and I'm going to give it eighteen months till completion. Sadly this new project provides me absolutely no comfort when it comes to the realization that I, whether I like it or not, need money. My children need stuff, not only today but tomorrow, too. I have to secure an additional source of income. I guess the promise of money is enough, thankfully I have you all for support.