light work today

The heavy lifting is over. The next couple of days are back copy, author’s bios and probably finalizing the playlist.

Anyway: I worked hard on this bio, as you can tell.

M.T. Williams lives in Southwestern Ontario, in the midst of the cornfield with his wife, daughter and more animals than is reasonable, thus ensuring he is never alone in the dark.
Target: 1000 words
Written: 36 words, novella: The Mungk

Read: Mindset: The New Pyschology Of Success, Carol Dweck
Comics: The Boys 71-72, The Boys: Dear Becky 1-2
Music: Nena, Nena (nanoo, nanoo)

production manuscript

What’s a production manuscript?

It’s my attempt to set up for self-publishing, which I’ll do if no one ever thinks The Mungk is good enough (or long enough) to publish themselves.

Which, you know, I get. It’s short, real short. Like twenty thousand word short.

But it’s fucking good.

So, no matter what happens, it’s getting out there. I’ll give it one year to find a publisher, then boom.

Out the fucking door.

Target: 1000 words
Written: 1459 words, novella: The Mungk

Read: Mindset: The New Psychology Of Success, Carol Dweck
Comics: The Boys 67-70
Music: Neil Young Essentials, Neil Fuckin' Young

manuscripted

All done.

There’s still some afterwork and maintenance to be done, but hell, by this time next week, I’ll be compiling a list of agents/publishers to send this bitch to.

Good night.

Target: 1000 words
Written: 885 words, novella: The Mungk

Read: The Sorrows Of Young Werther, Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
Comics: The Boys: Butcher, Baker, Candlestick Maker 6, The Boys 60-62
Music: The Needle And The Damage Done: Outcesticide Vol. 2, Nirvana

manuscriptin’

No time for love, Dr. Jones.

This should be epic (and probably not be done today).

Intense concentration incoming.

So we pray. Bring on the Patti Smith and the Kurt Cobain. Gonna need all the classics for this level of focus.

Target: 1000 words
Written: 9100 words, novella: The Mungk

Read: The Sorrows Of Young Werther, Johann Wolfgang Von Goethe
Comics: The Boys: Butcher, Baker, Candlestick Maker 2-5
Music: Neck Of The Woods, Silversun Pickups

falling asleep

Falling into skyrocketing blood pressure.

It’s like being so drunk you lose all balance and suddenly, tip sideways into the snow, but you’re stuck in the moment where balance fails and you’re just about to tip uncontrollably…

Without even the good time first.

Well, technically. I’m sure the abuse I put my body through was a good time at the time. I just don’t remember any of it.

Target: 1000 words
Written: 1549 words, novella: The Mungk

Read: I'll Be Gone In The Dark, Michelle McNamara
Comics: The Boys 57-59, The Boys: Butcher, Baker, Candlestick Maker 1
Music: Necessary Evil, Deborah Harry

frozen

Motherfucker, that was cold. Not 2014 Winter Classic in -20 Celsius at the Big House in Ann Arbor for eight hours cold, but still.

Bitter wind.

I still can’t believe those college kids, ripping their shirts off and spinning them, bare-chested, for almost an entire period. Or those girls, in micro-mini skirts and six-inch stilettos, stumbling through crusted snow.

How any of them got through that without hypothermia or the loss of a digit or nipple is beyond me.

Good drugs, I guess.

They may have lost their nipples, but they sure didn’t feel it.

Target: 1000 words
Written: 1813 words, novella: The Mungk

Read: I'll Be Gone In The Dark, Michelle McNamara (which could have been the name of The Mungk as well; I can't believe she stole it)
Comics: The Boys 49-52
Music: Nearly Lost You, Screaming Trees (Mark Lanegan, historically, so underrated)

snow market

Technically, it’s the Dresden Night Market, but whatever. It snowed all day yesterday and is slated to all day today and tomorrow and the next and the next, etc., etc., etc., until climate change murders us all.

Assuming our new fascist overlords don’t get there first. My hope is that Trump’s ego pisses off the rich and they start using their influence to fuck him over.

But for now, it’s winter markets and praying the world doesn’t collapse before I get a chance to finish all that I desire to do.

It’s just too goddamn bad I decided to leave the starting line after most people have already run the race.

Target: 1000 words
Written: 1559 words, novella: The Mungk

Read: I'll Be Gone In The Dark, Michelle McNamara
Comics: The Boys: Highland Laddie 4-6, The Boys 48
Music: Near Truths And Hotel Rooms, Todd Snider (DB Cooper is stuck in my head; that's where you'll find him)

according to my calculations

The Mungk should be finished in ten to fourteen days.

Then, onto the scarier phase – trying to fucking sell it.

Writing it is the easy part, compared to all the gladhanding and sending and trying to build audiences and dealing with the constant rejection.

And it’s a lot of rejection.

I think maybe sometimes that the whole universe has looked at me with the most cursory glance and said, nah. Not interested.

Dismissed out of hand by god.

The question is do we disappear, or do we get pissed and say, oh yeah? Look at me now, while smashing everything around them.

How you like me now?

Target: 1000 words
Written: 1173 words, novella: The Mungk

Read: I'll Be Gone In The Dark, Michelle McNamara
Comics: The Boys 47, The Boys: Highland Laddie 1-3
Music: Nazi Punks Fuck Off, Dead Kennedys (because, you know, fuck 'em. Fuck all the Nazis. I'm looking at you, Conservatives and Republicans.)