trying to fix one of my biggest mistakes

It’s a pivotal scene, and when I wrote it, I flubbed it. When I edited it the first three times, I didn’t fix the problems.

I shit the bed.

So, it’s go time. Let’s get this fucking thing right, or that’s it, burn the whole thing down.

Is this what it’s like to be a Republican, without any of the self-awareness that one even made a mistake in the first place?

Like you fuck up real bad, but instead of taking responsibility for that, you pretend like it was actually what you intended to do all along, and if you don’t like it, you’re some kind of beta cuck soyboy, and you just keep doubling down and claiming victimhood whenever anyone pushes back at you?

No, I guess it’s not like that at all.

Fucking victim identity politics, man.

Can’t stand it.

Target: 1700 words
Written: 1495 words, novel: Father Lightning

Read: Anyone, Charles Soule
Comics: Invincible 120-122, Tech Jacket v2 10
Music: Habits, Tove Lo

sleepover

Well, that was cool. A little awkward, but it’s nice that she loves us that much. Our granddaughter decided she wanted to sleepover between us in the tiny bed we have at my stepson’s.

Not having had small children, I’ve never had that. I understand it’s mildly fraught, and also a pain in the ass for many parents, but it actually worked out. We all slept well, there wasn’t any snoring or kicking or anything that kept anyone up.

It was just peaceful.

I know, weird, whatever, and some of you will jump to the worst conclusions, thereby ruining what was actually a pretty goddamn wholesome moment.

Sometimes, people, things are just nice.

Get over it.

Target: 1700 words
Written: 2068 words, novel: Father Lightning

Read: Anyone, Charles Soule
Comics: Invincible 117-119, Tech Jacket v2 9
Music: H.A.A.R.P. Live From Wembley, Muse

apple pickin’

What a wholesome fuckin’ day.

Brunch and skipping stones on the beach, racing leaves through the rapids of a small stream, then picking ginger golds ripe from the tree.

Doesn’t get much better than that, kid.

Target: 1700 words
Written: 908 words, novel: Father Lightning

Read: Anyone, Charles Soule
Comics: Tech Jacket v2 6-8, Invincible 116
Music: Futures, Jimmy Eat World

wow, editing is hard

And time-consuming. Not sure how I’m going to manage being up at the granddaughter’s this weekend. Up early and late, I guess, as usual.

Ugh.

Would that this didn’t require the theft of sleep.

Target: 1600 words
Written: 1572 words, novel: Father Lightning

Read: Rule Of Capture, Christopher Brown (well done, sir)
Comics: Tech Jacket v2 1-3, Invincible 113
Music: Future Nostalgia, The Sheepdogs

derailed

Geez, this editing thing is time-consuming. Granted, when it’s my full time job I’ll spend four or five times the amount of time doing it, but I won’t have a full time job fuckin’ up the works.

Or the work.

Whatever.

Target: 1600 words
Written: 2360 words, novel: Father Lightning

Read: Rule Of Capture, Christopher Brown
Comics: Invincible Universe 12, Invincible 110-112
Music: Further Down The Spiral, Nine Inch Nails (every day)

niecin’

No time for love, Doctor Jones.

I have a date with my niece before she goes back to college, and we’ve barely seen her all summer. I can’t wait.

I love those kids as though they were my own.

Target: 1600 words
Written: 1572 words, novel: Father Lightning

Read: Rule Of Capture, Christopher Brown
Comics: Invincible 108-109, Invincible Universe 10-11
Music: Furniture, Fugazi (great band, most bland album titles)

hangover

Haven’t had one of these in a while.

This sucks.

And yet, I was able to prepare a six-course meal.

Go figure.

Target: 1600 words
Written: 1504 words, novel: Father Lightning

Read: Rule Of Capture, Christopher Brown
Comics: Invincible Universe 8-9, Invincible 107, Tech Jacket 7
Music: Funk Essentials: The Best Of Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow (I hope)

tom baker

I know everyone has their own favourite Doctor (and I adore David Tennant, as well as Patrick Troughton and even William Hartnell, the old curmudgeon), but man, Tom Baker was next level, wasn’t he? (So’s Tennant, obviously.)

And I know it’s vogue to consider Rose, Amy Pond or Sarah-Jane Smith the greatest companions, but damn. Leela was fucking terrific. The first woman of real action, not screaming at every little thing. Plus, she nailed the comedy aspect of the thing.

Louise Jamieson, I salute you. You are my new favourite, even over Frazier Hines, who I loved, but also panicked over everything (come to think of it, only Ian Chesterton wasn’t otherwise running around in a panic.)

Target: 1600 words
Written: 1699 words, novel: Father Lightning

Read: The Stand, Stephen King
Comics: Invincible 105-106, Invincible Universe 6-7
Music: Funeral, Arcade Fire (I mean, it's okay, but not worth all the praise they get.  They're Modest Mouse ripoffs.)

mister

There’s a moment in the scene I’m writing, one of those searching misterrrr?, waiting on the name, and it is literally killing me (actual literal, I think) that the character would NEVER do what every dad joke bone in my body is screaming to do.

“Misterrrr…?”

“Fuck off.”

“Alright, Mister Fuckoff, what can I get you?”

Every goddamned time. I might have to rewrite that whole section so it doesn’t end up my greatest regret.

Target: 1600 words
Written: 1495 words, novel: Father Lightning

Read: The Stand, Stephen King
Comics: Invincible 103-104, Invincible Universe 4-5
Music: Fully Completely, The Tragically Hip (if it's not the greatest Canadian album ever, it's top five, for sure)