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)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 LoAnd 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 SheepdogsGeez, 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)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)It’s weird; for an agnostic who believes only in what is, I sure write a lot about what isn’t.
Because maybe it is somewhere. In enough universes, enough dimensions, who knows what the baselines might be?
That’s the fun of it. I actually loved the idea of imagination being a primary power source for dimensional travel in Black Science. It makes perfect sense.
And as I struggle to lay the basis of the lore of Nggoth, I can’t help but wonder…
What else is out there?
What else could possibly be?
There are no limits save those we place on ourselves, at least in the dimensional teleports of imagination.
Target: 1600 words
Written: 1683 words, novel: Father Lightning
Read: The Stand, Stephen King
Comics: Invincible Universe 1-3, Invincible 102
Music: Full Swing: Act 1, Various, but mostly for the Big Rude JakeOne of the two scenes I worked on today, I actually teared up at a tender moment between husband and wife. I think I might finally be getting the hang of it.
If I can make myself cry, heck, maybe the same can be true for someone else.
love is patient, love is kind… and so on and so forth.
One of the few things the Bible gets right.
Target: 1600 words
Written: 1623 words, novel: Father Lightning
Read: The Stand, Father Lightning
Comics: Guarding The Globe v2 5-6, Invincible 100-101
Music: Full Moon Fever, Tom Petty & The Heartbreakers (what an album. Been a while since I listened to it and I forgot that literally every song on it is a fuckin' banger.)Weird, but it feels good to be in a space where things are actually starting to resemble a final product.
I am hoping this will be ready by November.
Of course, I should probably try to sell The Mungk and The Conflagration Of Boor & Aghast first.
Right?
Target: 1600 words
Written: 1433 words, novel: Father Lightning
Read: The Stand, Stephen King
Comics: Invincible 97-99, Guarding The Globe v2 4
Music: Fukd ID#3, Interpol (that's how it's labelled, anyway)I’m not sure that’s entirely true, because sometimes, I would think publicity would be impossible to ignore. One isn’t always unseen, and kindness rarely limits itself to one-on-one interactions.
But do we do it solely for the glory? For the good feeling?
I think that’s the rub. It’s okay to feel good about doing good things; one should feel good about doing good things. But it shouldn’t be the motivator, the only reason.
Good deeds done selfishly, in order to feel good, can still do good, however. Of course, it should never be contingent on that.
If it is, it’s little better than running a charity for the social status; it may do some good, but it’s probably more about lining your pockets and getting you access than doing good for others.
In a case like that, the ‘others’ are bound to be neglected.
It becomes about the appearance of good, instead of actual good. I think that’s what a lot of my fellow lefties tend to forget. It’s not the optics that matter. It’s the results.
Hence, why I get pissed as social media liberals, more interested in cultivating a reputation for being on the right side of things than actually being on the right side. It’s why there’s so little rational evaluation of the outrage generated by ‘cancellation’.
(And don’t get me wrong – the right wing are the king of snowflake hysterics. They get their nuts all in a twist over trans athletes that don’t even exist, for pete’s sake, or the “war on Christmas”, which has yet to even become a skirmish anywhere except in their own minds.)
Anyways, my point is, whether people know it or not, it’s good to be good to people. We don’t do it for the glory; we do it because it’s the right thing to do.
Neither do people light a lamp and put it under a bowl. Instead they put it on its stand, and it gives light to everyone in the house. In the same way, let your light shine before others, that they may see your good deeds – Matthew 5:15-16.
Of course, that sounds like you need to let everyone know you’re doing good, but hey, that’s a discussion for another day.
Target: 1600 words
Written: 899 words, novel: Father Lightning
Read: The Stand, Stephen King
Comics: Invincible 95-96, Guarding The Globe v2 2-3
Music: Fueling The Flames Of A Revolution: A-F Records, Anti-Flag