When people don’t live for them.
Like, what do you expect, dude?
Target: 1700 words
Written: 2352 words, novel: Father Lightning
Read: Armada, Ernest Cline
Comics: Invincible: Battle Beast 1-4
Music: Half-Life EP, Local H
When people don’t live for them.
Like, what do you expect, dude?
Target: 1700 words
Written: 2352 words, novel: Father Lightning
Read: Armada, Ernest Cline
Comics: Invincible: Battle Beast 1-4
Music: Half-Life EP, Local H
So, so fucking tired.
How come the universe lets you have crazy dreams all night as a method of processing the sub/unconscious, but doesn’t let you have a goddamn night’s rest?
Huh, universe?
Am I sick of people or what?
Thanks, local mayoral and council candidates, for weeding yourselves out with your pro-AI data farm stance.
I was having trouble sifting through who’s what, and now I know.
There’s a few names off the list.
Fuck AI.
For the record, AI companies – none of you have any permission to use any of my work ever, for any reason, under any circumstances.
Or you can, but the cost is a billion dollars a word.
In other words, fuck you.
Target: 1700 words
Written: 1832 words, novel: Father Lightning
Read: Armada, Ernest Cline
Comics: Invincible 141-144
Music: Half-Hour Of Power, Sum 41
While walking today:
Beautiful people are nice, but good people are better than beautiful ones.
People who are both beautiful and good have it all.
Everybody hates them, all at once.
Target: 1700 words
Written: 1710 words, novel: Father Lightning
Read: Radical Compassion, Tara Brach (I love the idea, not sure Tara Brach isn't a bit Tony Robbins/Eckhart Tolle-ish in reality. That worries me a bit. I had to take advice from con artists.)
Comics: Invincible 137-140
Music: Half-Album EP, NOFX
Ain’t no more redactions, not for three whole days.
Hallelujah.
Praise be to Nggoth.
Target: 1700 words
Written: 1785 words, novel: Father Lightning
Read: Radical Compassion, Tara Brach
Comics: Invincible 133-136
Music: Haircut, George Thorogood & The Destroyers (guilty pleasure)
I’ve given myself until sometime in November to finish this book, but these middle scenes that I’m working on now?
They seem so far from complete, like the gasoline scene in The Conflagration of Boor and Aghast that I can’t seem to bear to rewrite, even though it desperately needs it and I know exactly what I want out of it.
It just seems like so much.
And so much is what I’m trying to avoid right now.
I would like to be done, but as it is said, because we have no other options…
The only way out is through.
Target: 1700 words
Written: 1373 words, novel: Father Lightning
Read: Radical Compassion, Tara Brach
Comics: Invincible 129-132
Music: Hail To The Thief, Radiohead (so good)
I don’t think I’ve ever been so terminally bored at work. Like, I might actually just nod off to sleep and not come back, since my mind has decided it can’t take any more of it.
The worst.
The absolute FUCKING worst.
Although, I suppose it could be worse. I could work in a sewer, or with other people’s shit or something.
I get enough of that with our dogs and cats.
Target: 1700 words
Written: 1726 words, novel: Father Lightning
Read: Anyone, Charles Soule
Comics: Invincible 126-128, Tech Jacket v2 12
Music: Hacks | Official Playlist, Various (I really wanted this to be better, because the actual soundtrack was so good)
There’s some kind of song about this. Right, Earth, Wind & Fire?
No. Green Day.
No.
Fuck.
How is it September?
Life is moving at light speed.
And I don’t even get the aging in reverse effect.
Target: 1700 words
Written: 2031 words, novel: Father Lightning
Read: Anyone, Charles Soule
Comics: Invincible 123-125, Tech Jacket v2 11
Music: Hackney Diamonds, The Rolling Stones
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
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
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