kill yr drlings

And so, the new prologue and epilogue goes.

Fuck ’em.

They’d make a cool short story in an expanded edition later on (as would the history/future of everyone else involved), but fuck it.

It ain’t relevant to the story of a little boy and the monster that loves him.

Well, love is a strong word.

More like takes malicious pleasure in turning him into another wasted shell of a human being, staggering through life like some kind of George Romero creation, pieces falling off, guts long ago fallen out, dead-eyed stare focused on nothing, save mere sustenance.

But that’s a preview, and we only do previews for good boys and girls, and expansion for the truly sexy beasts.

Target: 1000 words
Written: 355 words, novella: The Mungk

Read: Good Sex, Jessica Graham
Comics: The Boys 39-42
Music: Naveed, Our Lady Peace

drawing with crayons

That’s what I feel like. I’m thinking about chapter identifiers, and I thought it would be cool to have a cartoonish (but disturbed/disturbing) little sketch to delineate each chapter/scene.

(I’m working on a vibe; I like the whole thing to be an event/theme.)

Of course, there’s an art to making art that looks like a child did it (but somehow still cool – sorry kids, you’re not hanging in the Guggenheim anytime soon).

And I feel like I’m drawing with crayons.

Which is sort of the point.

We all start with colours all outside the lines, and somehow, they teach us to stay carefully between them.

Of course, the best of us figure how to say fuck lines altogether. I draw my own lines.

The question to consider is: am I one of those, or just another hack?

Target: 1000 words
Written: 316 words, novella: The Mungk

Read: Good Sex, Jessica Graham
Comics: The Boys 35-38
Music: Natural History: The Very Best Of Talk Talk, Talk Talk (talktalktalktalktlkatlkatalktaltkaltkallfuck)

getting there

I think The Mungk might actually be done soon. By my estimate, mid-December at the latest. And then it’ll be on to the next thing, the next year’s projects. More and more, all the time.

I do not make things easy on myself, even if I never follow through with selling them (notwithstanding the fact that three of the four pieces I wrote this year before The Mungk have been published, in a non-paying manner).

The comic is the only one that hasn’t, and it was originally an idea for a friend, who is a very good artist, but spends too much time online and is kind of a right wing nut now, which is disappointing. I wrote it exactly for his style; a calling card for both of us that will likely never happen. Maybe Jerry Gaylord or Jonboy Meyers would like to do it as a favour.

Yeah, right.

Anyway, exciting times.

I might have to draw, ink, letter and publish the damn thing myself.

Target: 1000 words
Written: 2255 words, novella: The Mungk

Read: Uncertainty: Turning Fear And Doubt Into Fuel For Brilliance, Jonathan Fields
Comics: The Boys: Herogasm 3-6
Music: The Natch'l Blues, Taj Mahal

still sizeable

Like, top of the bell curve, I imagine, for most.

Not horsecock, just average white guy.

That’s how we measure size in the internet era. In the Nineties, you would have said, Nicole Eggert pre-Baywatch, not Pamela Anderson mid-Baywatch.

And now it’s weird.

Target: 900 words
Written: 1631 words, novella: The Mungk

Read: Hunter Of Worlds, C.J. Cherryh
Comics: 100 Bullets 25-28
Music: ¡UNO!, Green Day

big one today

That’s a big one, Mazy, we always say after my granddaughter’s iconic reprimand to Mazy when they came face to face (she’s a hundred and twenty pounds – the dog, not my granddaughter).

Today was a big one for me as well, as you’ll see in my target numbers.

Someday, that will be de rigeur, but not yet.

Not yet.

Target: 900 words
Written: 4623 words, novella: The Mungk

Read: Hunter Of Worlds, C.J. Cherryh
Comics: 100 Bullets 21-24
Music: Uno, Muse

nine down

Probably hundreds to go.

How many drafts could a drafter draft if a drafter could draft drafts?

The number is endless; we writerlies are a pile of muck abouters.

Never satisfied; always restless.

This is not in keeping with the Tao.

Target: 900 words
Written: 971 words, novella: The Mungk

Read: Journey To The Centre Of The Earth, Jules Verne
Comics: 100 Bullets 17-20
Music: The Rolling Stones Rock 'N' Roll Circus, The Stones et al

new prologue

And new epilogue. The Mungk rolls on, unperturbed. It slithers out from under the bed, crawling up the walls, pure shadow, indistinguishable from the rest save a restless uncomfortable feeling just beneath the heart and sudden, panicked suspicions of something, something, there’s something there and it’s watching and waiting and hissing in my ear…

And in the end, when we’re drifting off, drifting away, on the verge of nightly annihilation, comes a soft, sick whisper…

Target: 900 words
Written: 1389 words, novella: The Mungk

Read: The Wishsong Of Shannara, Terry Brooks
Comics: Die 15, Once And Future 13-15
Music: Live Things, Rolling Stones (so much Stones)

restless dogs

I’m not sure what was going on with Sofi, but it felt like she woke at least twenty times last night, moving around and cuddling up and pushing away and just generally being a pain in the butt.

Plus, the LEDs on the new mini-splits we got to heat our house (which work great as coolers, less as heaters) seemed very bright. I don’t know what was going on.

Things conspire to rob me of my rightful rest.

Great, now I sound like some long dead hero or evil god in a fantasy novel.

Torak, am I.

Ironic that the guy writing a whole book on the darkness of night should find himself more disturbed by unrelenting blue light.

Target: 900 words
Written: 358 words, novella: The Mungk

Read: The Wishsong Of Shannara, Terry Brooks
Comics: Die 13-14, Once And Future 11-12
Music: Live Things I Found On My Computer, Red Hot Chili Peppers (I should explain - at one point, I had a shit ton of bootleg stuff laying around.  It was all labelled and such, but then, MICROSOFT AND APPLE, and something happened to rename all of them to 4 random letters, stripping them of all metadata.  It sucked, and while I've put the names of the songs on them, I have no idea where they came from, just the song and the band names.)

beginning/end

Still in Collingwood, but having changed work spaces, I’ve decided even more needs to change, including the prologue and epilogue to The Mungk.

All new!

More story!

More intelligent beginnings and endings!

Maybe probably cut entirely!

Who knows!

Find out for yourself, whenever the final version comes out (and you steal all my notes so you know the difference)!

Target: 900 words
Written: 481 words, novella: The Mungk

Read: Gregor And The Curse Of The Warmbloods
Comics: The Wicked + The Divine 25-28
Music: Random Covers, Nirvana

collingwood

Decided to go to Collingwood for the weekend. Seemed like a good place to get away and finish that eighth draft.

So far, so good, in that the eighth draft is complete.

Target: 900 words
Written: 531 words

Read: The Happiness Of Pursuit, Chris Guillebeau
Comics: The Wicked + The Divine 22-24, The Wicked + The Divine: 1831 1
Music: Unknown Covers, Mudhoney