For the next two days, and then, and then!
The once-a-year trip our granddaughter gets to make to our place (versus the six-to-ten the other way)!
Exciting.
I can’t wait to take the kid swimming.
Target: 1200 words
Written: 712 words, novel: Bad Neighbours
Read: The Infinity Concerto, Greg Bear
Comics: Fear Agent 29-32
Music: Everlong, Foo Fights (like, three separate singles - I'm mildly obsessed)I still don’t like it, and there’s even more people here today.
Zero out of ten, do not recommend.
Work from home, kids, in any way you can.
Hell is other people, as a smart man once said, but it’s also the self.
Basically, we live in hell, the darkest timeline, whatever, the world actually ended in 2012, and we’re just lost in a collective nightmare where things only get worse, no one can stop it and we’re all doomed to live out our days watching things turn to shit.
This is why you don’t put the boy back at work; he’s less likely to spiral.
Target: 1200 words
Written: 1121 words, novel: Bad Neighbours
Read: The Infinity Concerto, Greg Bear
Comics: Fear Agent 21-24
Music: Even Flow, Pearl Jam (ahh... palate cleanser - Dirty Frank)It’s every bit as bad as I thought.
At least, I’m in a side room, not the main floor, but my boss is right in the room with me (though she’s cool – a cousin of my wife, though neither of knew the other existed prior to me starting there – she looks like a younger version of my wife).
It’s weird though, so quiet. I feel like I’m breathing too heavy, like everyone is watching me.
It’s creepy, keeping my back up.
Hopefully, I get used to it, because otherwise, the background stress of being there is going to kill me.
Target: 1200 words
Written: 702 words, novel: Bad Neighbours
Read: The Infinity Concerto, Greg Bear
Comics: Fear Agent 13-16
Music: Even If And Especially When, Screaming TreesTomorrow, we start this back to week program. It’s only three days a week, but I’m not sure how that’s going to affect my writing schedule.
Weeks were I’m in now tend to be struggles to find time, because of the extra prep and travel time involved, but I had two weeks to catch up if things went off.
Now… every week, possibly three days where I’m having to get up earlier or stay up later or drop other things I need to do in order to keep up?
Or worse, postponing everything to try and shove them in Thursday or Friday, or that other time that we’re supposed to have time but don’t, a weekend?
I am fretting.
Yes. Fretting.
Okay, freaking out.
I want this life, and I’m tired of fighting myself for it; I certainly don’t need the rest of the world piling on.
The Mungk left me hopeless, fatalist.
Bad Neighbours only feeds my anger.
I don’t need any more anger.
I have always had more than enough.
Fuck.
Target: 1200 words
Written: 611 words, novel: Bad Neighbours
Read: Almayer's Folly, Joseph Conrad
Comics: Fear Agent 9-12
Music: Euphoria Mourning, Chris Cornell (god, I miss that voice)Oh, it’s a day to play.
Or relax.
Or bust ass until there’s no time left.
Target: 1200 words
Written: 89 words, novel: Bad Neighbours
Read: Metrophage, Richard Kadrey
Comics: Fear Agent 1-4
Music: The Essential Weird Al Yankovic, Weird Al Yankovic (sometimes, absence makes the heart totally forget how awesome something is)At least until I become a big, successful writer and people are watching The Mungk and Bad Neighbours on the screen (working title, of course, though I’m not sure what else to call it at this point. Shelley doesn’t seem right, and Lemon is the wrong focus).
Anyway, I’m going to try and enjoy that, at least, before everything gets fucked.
Target: 1200 words
Written: 2049 words, novel: Bad Neighbours
Read: Metrophage, Richard Kadrey
Comics: Fathom v8 1-4
Music: The Essential Billy Joel, Billy (oh dear god, it got worse) JoelWhat a fun weekend.
Parentals can be a bit much at times, but she’s a great kid.
One only hopes she stays that way as she gets older. After all, people change. They have trauma, their parents’ unintentional lessons start to sink in and then, boom, they either turn out just like them or they go the opposite direction.
Shit happens.
Stay crazy, little girl.
It’s the only way to survive.
Target: 1200 words
Written: 1569 words, novel: Bad Neighbours
Read: Metrophage, Richard Kadrey
Comics: Aspen Visions: Fathom 1, Fathom v7 7-8, Aspen Visions: Soulfire 1
Music: The Essential Bangles, The Bangles, what, why?I fuckin’ love it. Man, this kid is fun. Hide-and-seek, bubble parties, mini-golf, beaver tails, iced cream and a dance recital.
We are packing it in today, son.
She’s going to crash so hard.
And so, probably, are we.
Good exhaustion is the best kind of exhaustion.
Target: 1200 words
Written: 1340 words, novel: Bad Neighbours
Read: Ender's Game, Orson Scott Card
Comics: Fathom v7 4-6, Aspen Visions: Executive Assistant Iris 1
Music: The Essential Alice In Chains, Pearl Jam, I mean, Alice In ChainsSixteen years married, and I don’t regret it. I may have a few nitpicks, but for the most part, we’ve had a decent life together.
We’ve travelled the world, had some pretty great sex at times, have a wonderful granddaughter together and we’ve managed to avoid the pitfall of most couples, where they base their relationships around the concepts of “my wife is a shrew/my husband’s a lazy, useless asshole”.
I’m kind of proud of that last one.
I mean, who the fuck wants their relationship to based on the sentiment of “Take my wife. Please.”
There’s probably worse things to base a relationship on (a mutual love of murder or shared enrolment in the Klan, for example), but there’s certainly not a worse concept that’s more common.
Anyway, happy anniversary, love.
Let’s keep seeing the world, and surrounding ourselves with better people.
Some of these people ain’t working.
Target: 1200 words
Written: 1459 words, novel: Bad Neighbours
Read: Ender's Game, Orson Scott Card
Comics: Aspen Universe: Decimation 4, Fathom v7 1-3
Music: The Essential (Remaster), Concrete Blonde (love Joey)I’m taking the day tomorrow. Mostly, because we’ve been asked to take care of our granddaughter for the day/weekend (yes, sir! No problem, sir!), but because I am spiralling. I’m really not in a good place for work.
I feel like I’m behind, overworked, disorganized, putting way too much personal pressure on myself to meet standards and targets, and that’s not just work.
It’s me, fucking myself up.
Self-destructing, as always, and wanting to scrap it all and start again.
But I’ve done that too often.
I’ve come too far and I’m out of time.
After all, Donald Trump’s fascist state may invade or bomb us at any time. The psycho’s capable of anything, if it feeds his sad, little ego.
So, yeah.
Taking the day tomorrow.
Fuck Donald Trump.
Target: 1200 words
Written: 1106 words, novel: Bad Neighbours
Read: Ender's Game, Orson Scott Card
Comics: Fathom v6 8, Aspen Universe: Decimation 1-3
Music: The Essential (1955-1983), Johnny Fuckin' Cash