tight schedule

Weird, because I planned the day on making chili early, so I’d have more free time in the evening.

Unfortunately, I forgot we have my father-in-law for a standing dinner on Sundays, and while we appreciate having him, I’m not sure how much he appreciates it anymore.

Certainly the manner in which he somehow manages to spray everything except the toilet would suggest that maybe he’s taking things a little bit for granted.

He’s not a bad guy, just no social awareness. No concept of etiquette.

Ironic, from a young punk, who glorified the flouting of convention.

Target: 1500 words
Written: 2021 words, novel: Father Lightning

Read: Pebble In The Sky, Isaac Asimov
Comics: WildCats Adventures Sourcebook 1, Warblade: Endangered Species 1-2, WildCats Adventures 5
Music: February 1, 1992, Melbourne, Nirvana

storm shakin’

I make notes on second draft while a rat terrier shakes uncontrollably in my lap, and the sky rumbles above.

I don’t know what traumatized her so, but man, poor girl.

We love you, Sofi. Sorry about the weather.

Target: 1500 words
Written: 1349 words, novel: Father Lightning

Read: Pebble In The Sky, Isaac Asimov
Comics: WildCats Adventures 3-4, WildC.A.T.S. 17, Grifter: One Shot 1
Music: October 31, 1991, Seattle, Nirvana (one of the best bootlegs I own)

shrinkin’

I wish it were possible, but I don’t feel like I could ever open up to a therapist.

I like the show though.

Harrison Ford is one of my spirit animals (we share a birthday… Patrick Stewart as well, which is equally cool).

(Also Julius Caesar and Cheech, so you know, pretty good crew.)

Target: 1500 words
Written: 1421 words, novel: Father Lightning

Read: Call For The Dead, John Le Carre
Comics: WildC.A.T.S. 7-10
Music: November 15, 2006, The 9:30 Club, State Radio

horoscope

My horoscope told me I might have difficulty with a woman in my life today.

Apparently, that was a typo.

I think they might have meant all the women in my life.

Jesus, what a day.

Target: 1500 words
Written: 711 words, novel: Father Lightning

Read: Liza Of Lambeth, W. Somerset Maugham (well, that got way better toward the end, but I'm still confused, if he punches her in the gut before they did it the first time, why was she in love with him?)
Comics: WildC.A.T.S. 5-6, WildC.A.T.S. Sourcebook 2, WildC.A.T.S. Trilogy 3
Music: November 23, 2007, The 9:30 Club, Washington, DC, They Might Be Giants

relaxed achievement?

It’s weird what a massive burden having a clear to do list on a regular basis can do for one.

Portugal (and subsequent crushing depression) really put me far back; being able to do some of the things I’ve pushed off from day to day feels really good. Like more relaxed.

Getting ahead.

Progressing.

Progress, not product, am I right? (First draft done.)

Target: 1500 words
Written: 2674 words, novel: Father Lightning

Read: Liza Of Lambeth, W. Somerset Maugham
Comics: WildC.A.T.S. 0, WildC.A.T.S. Trilogy 1-2, WildC.A.T.S. Sourcebook 1
Music: November 22, 1989, Vienna, Nirvana

disappointments

You know how when your favourite artists love something, you kind of assume that because you’re into their work, you’d also be into the stuff that inspired them?

Like if Foo Fighters said they were into the Clash and the Ramones, I’d be like, I feel that, man.

That doesn’t always work. For example, I understand why Kurt Cobain would be into the Vaselines or David Bowie, but I will never understand the Meat Puppets.

The same, apparently, is true of Steve Aylett. I found him because multiple authors I was into said he was so good and groundbreaking and awesome.

Yeah.

I don’t get it.

The Crime Studio is an entire book, essentially written in the style of Luis telling his heist story in Ant-Man. And while that can be a funny bit over the course of a minute or three in a two hour movie, it’s annoying as fuck over a hundred and fifty pages (while simultaneously having the gall to slag Updike, Amis and Delillo – dude, you’re not better. This is college kid trying on an 80s movie punk persona and thinking he’s somehow managed the depth of James O’Barr, while really only succeeding in pretentious amateurishness posing as rebel pastiche. Who’s pretentious now, motherfucker? That’s right. Pastiche).

So, sorry, authors whose work I respect and adore. In this one, we don’t agree. Thumbs down.

Target: 1500 words
Written: 449 words, novel: Father Lightning

Read: The Crime Studio, Steven Aylett
Comics: Gen 13 v4 37-39, Team 7 v4 0
Music: 867-5309 (Live), Everclear

laidback

I don’t know why I get this all the time. People seem to think I’m zen.

My response is usually, you don’t know me very well.

It’s not laidback; it’s defeat. It’s resignation.

It is surrender to hopelessness.

Target: 1500 words
Written: 2715 words, novel: Father Lightning

Read: The Crime Studio, Steve Aylett
Comics: Gen 13 v4 33-36
Music: 80-85, Bad Religion