That’s all I have to say about that.
They just fucking do.
Target: 1400 words
Written: 1860 words, novel: Bad Neighbours
Read: The Zombie Survival Guide, Max Brooks
Comics: Fables 65-66, Jack Of Fables 15-16
Music: Who's Better, Who's Best, The Who (Who? On first?)I completely blanked on the concept of a truck bed. What it was called, anything.
I literally had to google it.
Some days, brain no function. Thinkee bad.
Target: 1400 words
Written: 1468 words, novel: Bad Neighbours
Read: The Zombie Survival Guide, Max Brooks
Comics: Fables 63-64, Jack Of Fables 13-14
Music: (Who's Afraid Of) The Art Of, The Art Of Noise (not me, it sucked)Good god, it’s bright as hell in here. Supermoon and a fresh snowfall means weird dreams and little sleep.
Great. Just great.
Target: 1400 words
Written: 2641 words, novel: Bad Neighbours
Read: Tesla: Man Out Of Time, Margaret Cheney
Comics: Fables 55-56, Jack Of Fables 5-6
Music: The Who By Numbers, The Who (we're on a kick)That life was better than this.
Target: 1400 words
Written: 1419 words, novel: Bad Neighbours
Read: Tesla: Man Out Of Time, Margaret Cheney
Comics: Fables 48-51
Music: Whitney Houston, Whitney Houston (I... have no excuse. The worst, right?)There’s rumours we’re going back to the office full-time, and I think with all the changes I’ve endured, and how much time that’s cost me (and killed me, as far as getting shit done), I think it’s going to kill me.
Something will have to give, and I’m afraid it will be me and my sanity.
I don’t want to switch jobs again.
Unless it’s full time author.
Fuckin’ hell, Carney. You’re a real piece of shit, you know. First all the globalist bullshit, now this.
I’ll still never vote Con, but damn son. I was already on the fence on the Liberal Party the last few elections and only voted that way to avoid garbage like Scheer and Poilievre.
But if you have another one, I’m going hard left. NDP or Green, the whole fucking way.
Enough half-measures, done from fear of the right. It’s time to dump the centre, if the centre won’t listen either.
And it’s your fault, Carney, for being an unnecessary dick.
Target: 1400 words
Written: 1105 words, novel: Bad Neighbours
Read: Tesla: Man Out Of Time, Margaret Cheney
Comics: Fables 44-47
Music: White Trash, Two Heebs And A Bean, NOFX (hey, I don't name 'em)I mean, probably. Well, definitely. The question is really when and how.
Is it when Trump starts the end of the world? Is it a pandemic exploding through us because morons think vaccinations are somehow worse than the disease they’re designed to protect against?
Is it climate change?
When I write, I’ve often dreamed of it as being read still hundreds of years hence (I imagine that’s true of many artists). At this point though, hurtling toward climate collapse at least, I’d be happy if we still had books at all in twenty years. Or if anyone was around to read them.
Maybe someday, aliens will settle our barren, self-destroyed plant, and find our written missives and using supercomputers we haven’t dreamed of, translate them and think, Jesus, what a bunch of fucking assholes.
And they blew it all up.
Damn, dirty apes.
(A story, as told by a fatalist, using cultural references aliens probably won’t get, because I don’t think we ever beamed Charlton Heston to space. We are the monkeys, man! The monkeys are us!)
Target: 1400 words
Written: 1071 words, novel: Bad Neighbours
Read: Tesla: Man Out Of Time, Margaret Cheney
Comics: Fables 40-43
Music: The White Stripes, The White StripesAnd blowin’. Ninety km/hr winds.
My glasses froze to my face and gave me a wicked headache.
Damn, sun. Rude.
Target: 1400 words
Written: 586 words, novel: Bad Neighbours
Read: Tesla: Man Out Of Time, Margaret Cheney
Comics: Fables 36-39
Music: A White Sport Coat And A Pink Crustacean, Jimmy BuffettI’m aiming for a Christmas deadline (preferably before, because Christmas and Christmas Eve are fucking no gos for any amount of editing), but man, how many different way can one describe a mangled dog corpse?
It feels like one’s too many.
Doesn’t it?
Target: 1400 words
Written: 1585 words, novel: Bad Neighbours
Read: Complete Poetical Works, Edgar Allan Poe (Raven and Conqueror Worm are still great, but man, I wanted the rest to be so much better)
Comics: Fables 32-35
Music: White Light, White Heat, White Trash, Social DistortionQuite a weekend. Chili, the most basic kind (well, one step above, a return to roots, sort of, though neither of those recipes are my mother’s, which is the base for all my major chilis).
Breadsticks.
Green bean casserole.
Weird combo, but hey, gotta eat something, am I right?
Target: 1400 words
Written: 456 words, novel: Bad Neighbours
Read: Complete Poetical Works, Edgar Allan Poe
Comics: Fables 28-31
Music: White Light/White Heat, The Velvet UndergroundA thoroughly enjoyable evening, after last night’s thoroughly enjoyable oyster bar.
Followed tomorrow, probably, by thoroughly enjoyable heartburn.
My scale is crying.
Why would a man eat an entire buffalo chicken and blue cheese pizza to himself?
What could possess him?
Devil’s work, if you ask me.
But don’t. The shame won’t allow me to answer.
Target: 1400 words
Written: 3020 words, novel: Bad Neighbours
Read: Complete Poetical Works, Edgar Allan Poe
Comics: Fables 24-27
Music: White Crosses, Against Me! (one of the best)