Category: work

i’m about to have a nervous breakdown

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Sung in the key of Keith Morris.

That’s where I’m at. I kill myself, all day, starting at 4:50AM (yes, IN THE GODDAMN MORNING), bust ass getting ready, taking care of dogs and cats, work my ass off for 8 hours, come home, walk dogs, make dinner, and by the time I’m all done, it’s 6:30, 7 o’clock at night.

Fourteen straight hours of hard go, every day, and what do I get for it? Slippery tongs that send the roast I made halfway across the fucking kitchen to land in a pile of dog fur.

Grilled cheese sandwiches it fucking is.

Fuck today, all the way off.

Target: 1400 words
Written: 1357 words, novel: Bad Neighbours

Read: Prozac Nation, Elizabeth Wurtzel
Comics: Fables 13-15, Fables: The Last Castle 1
Music: Working On A Dream, Bruce Springsteen (more like nightmare, today)

oh, exhaustion

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Our little pup still isn’t pooping. On top of that, we’ve had non-stop storms all night, which scare the shit (not literally in this case, though that would solve one problem), so she’s been freaking out and keeping us awake.

Nice to come home to – an exhausting week away followed by a night of three hours’ sleep, before you have to go back and pretend like you wanted to come back to the office.

I’m too tired to pretend.

Target: 1300 words
Written: 1928 words, novel: Bad Neighbours

Read: Hammered, Elizabeth Bear
Comics: The Sacrificers 3-5, The Holy Roller 1
Music: Wasted... Again, Black Flag

martyrs and charlatans

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I once saw a chart that showed someone who worked super hard but made no connections versus someone who didn’t work, but made nothing but connections, and basically, it stuck them in two categories.

All work and no connection creates self-imposed martyrdom, while all connection and no work creates charlatans. Bullshitters versus drudge horses, with those that can find the balance (working hard and creating worthwhile things versus connecting with fans, with industry leaders and insiders, in a genuine, non-bullshit manner) as the true exceptions, the step above the rest. A martyr can find its work recognized and suddenly reach popularity, only to flame out over time (but still leaving behind good work).

A charlatan can become popular for nothing, and lose everything and be leave nothing behind.

I’m a martyr right now, that’s for sure.

May I never be a charlatan.

May I someday find the balance.

Target: 1300 words
Written: 1114 words, novel: Bad Neighbours

Read: Odds On, John Lange (Michael Crichton)
Comics: Deadly Class 37-38, Black Science 39, Low 21
Music: War, U2

forty-eight plus one

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And we’re back in the office.

And the office is making it very difficult to get done all the things I need to get done.

I need to get the Mungk in more hands.

I need artists, letters, colourists, an editor for Romance and Western Cradle.

I’ve more or less resigned myself to including the poetry and short stories in with The Mungk (well, maybe not the poetry – once I have enough of those, I may just do a volume of it).

But The Mungk – it needs to be seen. Romance, it’s just a calling card of a comic to build fans, a free giveaway I can hope someone enjoys, and then recognizes the creators later when we put out other stuff.

Western Cradle though – I think it’s good. It may be kind of rape-heavy, which sucks, but if we do it right, draw it right, it could be very, very strong.

But for now. The Mungk.

Target: 1300 words
Written: 1141 words, novel: Bad Neighbours

Read: A Study In Scarlet, Arthur Conan Doyle
Comics: Deadly Class 25-26, Seven To Eternity 4, Black Science 27
Music: Experimental Jet Set, Trash And No Star, Sonic Youth (palate cleanser after Bette fucking Midler)

home at last

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It’s funny how going in Monday to Wednesday makes it feel like you’ve done Monday to Friday already, and then you have to somehow go home and DO ANOTHER TWO DAYS.

Horrid, this whole bit.

I don’t know why we ever went to an office in the first place.

Seems counterproductive.

Target: 1200 words
Written: 1441 words, novel: Bad Neighbours

Read: Dragonflight, Anne McCaffrey
Comics: Deadly Class 20-21, Low 13-14
Music: Exogenesis: Symphony, Muse

everything is broken

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Seriously, our systems are down, I can do nothing, but sit through tedious mandatory training curriculum.

At least the Metis part was interesting.

Stewardship and privacy, on the other hand, I know all this.

Tedious As Fuck.

Also, happy Fourth of July to Americans who didn’t vote for Trump.

For Trump, fuck you.

Target: 1200 words
Written: 1071 words, novel: Bad Neighbours

Read: Agent To The Stars, John Scalzi
Comics: Black Science 12-14, Deadly Class 12
Music: Evil Dead: Original Broadway Cast Album, Original Broadway Cast

and home

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And not productive.

This is one of those days where no matter what I touch, it’s kind of fucked.

You know the days.

Days that hate you.

Like today hates me.

Maybe tomorrow will be better.

But Trump still runs the U.S.A., so probably not.

Target: 1200 words
Written: 730 words, novel: Bad Neighbours

Read: Agent To The Stars, John Scalzi
Comics: Black Science 11, Deadly Class 10-11, Low 6
Music: Everything Went Black, Black Flag

it is startling

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How three days can feel like five.

Even knowing you still technically have two to go.

At least, they’ll be from home.

Ugh.

Target: 1200 words
Written: 1383 words, novel: Bad Neighbours

Read: The Infinity Concerto, Greg Bear (I want to like it, but it's so... dull)
Comics: Fear Agent 25-28
Music: Evergleam, Everclear

day two – back in office

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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)

day two

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Yeah, it’s even busier at work today.

The schedule shows quieter days on Thursday and Friday, especially.

Maybe I can switch it up?

Target: 1200 words
Written: 694 words, novel: Bad Neighbours

Read: The Infinity Concerto, Greg Bear
Comics: Fear Agent 17-20
Music: An Evening With Neil Gaiman & Amanda Palmer, Neil Gaiman & Amanda Palmer (I know, I know, furthering my assertion that there is absolutely no correlation between skill and the relative moral quality of a particular human being - see Spacey, Kevin)