sunday, sunday

Today, we feast.

Not for Christmas or whatever, but just because.

Tuscan chicken in a sun-dried tomato cream sauce, garlic spinach, arugula with a high quality balsamic vinaigrette, Italian vegetable soup and marinated mozzarella cubes.

I do like to cook. Would that I had the time and money to do it right, on the regular.

Fucking cost of living bullshit.

Fucking time of living bullshit.

Why can’t we all just be dead, happy and full?

Target: 1400 words
Written: 1220 words, novel: Bad Neighbours

Read: The Zombie Survival Guide, Max Brooks
Comics: Fables 67-68, Jack Of Fables 17-18
Music: 12 Angry Months, Local H (great album)

funny how you can’t remember stuff

I completely blanked on the concept of a truck bed. What it was called, anything.

I literally had to google it.

Some days, brain no function. Thinkee bad.

Target: 1400 words
Written: 1468 words, novel: Bad Neighbours

Read: The Zombie Survival Guide, Max Brooks
Comics: Fables 63-64, Jack Of Fables 13-14
Music: 10-31-97, Hallowe'en Bash, Live as Nirvana at the Double Door, Chicago, IL, Local H

final draft 2

I’ve got thirteen days before I hit my self-imposed deadline.

So far, the first couple of scenes, I think they’re pretty tight.

The problem is, I know there’s at least two that needs dramatic overhaul.

Not in content necessarily, but in execution. Can I handle that before Christmas?

I guess we’ll find out.

Target: 1400 words
Written: 1365 words, novel: Bad Neighbours

Read: The Zombie Survival Guide, Max Brooks
Comics: Fables 61-62, Jack Of Fables 11-12
Music: 101 Punk & New Wave Anthems - CD5, Various (this is a great series, minus Devo's Jockorama.  What a piece of garbage that was.)

final draft

I mean, there’s the manuscript after, but I finished this in six (seven, if you count the manuscript, which I do), which better than the thirteen drafts it took for The Mungk.

I’m either getting better at this, or sloppier.

I can’t tell which. Part of this feels so sloppy, where The Mungk felt so polished.

Is this turd polished?

Is it a turd?

Fuck, it’s a turd.

Goddamnit.

Target: 1400 words
Written: 1047 words, novel: Bad Neighbours

Read: Tesla: Man Out Of Time, Margaret Cheney
Comics: Fables 59-60, Jack Of Fables 9-10
Music: 101 Punk & New Wave Anthems - CD4, Various

overpowered by funk

I’m having a hard time with my playlist for Bad Neighbours.

Some songs suggested themselves immediately, as they often do, but my editing and writing has been snippets here and there, and not set to music as it usually is, so the opportunity for those happy accidents, where a song comes on while in the middle of a scene and matches it so well it can’t not be used.

(See Run, Alice, Mungk).

Anyway, I’ve got one more scene to go before I start the final draft, and goshdarnit, I’m going to get some goddamn music in these ears.

For reals.

Target: 1400 words
Written: 399 words, novel: Bad Neighbours

Read: Tesla: Man Out Of Time, Margaret Cheney
Comics: Fables 57-58, Jack Of Fables 7-8
Music: 101 Punk & New Wave Anthems - CD3, Various

supermooned

Good god, it’s bright as hell in here. Supermoon and a fresh snowfall means weird dreams and little sleep.

Great. Just great.

Target: 1400 words
Written: 2641 words, novel: Bad Neighbours

Read: Tesla: Man Out Of Time, Margaret Cheney
Comics: Fables 55-56, Jack Of Fables 5-6
Music: 101 Punk & New Wave Anthems - CD2, Various

maybe i did good?

It still seems like this has a long way to go, but I’m determined that the next draft is the last before manuscript.

Everyone needs a bandaid ripped off eventually.

Target: 1400 words
Written: 1381 words, novel: Bad Neighbours

Read: Tesla: Man Out Of Time, Margaret Cheney
Comics: Fables 53-54, Jack Of Fables 3-4
Music: 101 Punk & New Wave Anthems - CD1, Various

anyone out there

Anyone ever do all the prep work, then write a first draft then realize partway through that there’s an absolutely crucial transition that needs to happen, (or an idea that makes for a way cooler scene comes to you), and you realize you haven’t planned for it at all?

But then, you’re so inspired by the idea that you hamfist it in there anyway, and then, several drafts later, when the rest of the book is almost manuscript ready, you realize that while the idea is still cool, the whole fucking thing was done all haphazard and now you’ve got a first draft scene in the middle of your nearly finished manuscript?

It’s like those cars that have pristine bodies and interiors, but for whatever reason, needed a new door and couldn’t find one the same colour, so they bought one that fit, but was all rusted and shitty-looking and didn’t match, and when they drive around, the thing is a freakin’ eyesore?

Yeah. One of those.

Target: 1400 words
Written: 1894 words, novel: Bad Neighbours

Read: Tesla: Man Out Of Time, Margaret Cheney
Comics: Jack Of Fables 1-2, Fables 52, 1001 Nights Of Snowfall 1
Music: 1000 Hours, Green Day