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Between the whiskey, the cold and the exhaustion, I’m about ready to die. I’ve just been dumping out the last of the ideas that occured to me while recording the latest spate of Triple A articles for Ninth Art, and I’m so glad I have the next few days off work.
Coma happens now.
The sky’s fading from blue to pink, here. I’m drinking some seriously evil coffee (the condensed dregs of what was left in the office pot – lots of caffeine, but tastes stale as fuck), listen to Nick Cave scream out “Loverman” at absurd volume and working late on 9A – writing the first stage of the long-overdue overhaul of our image upload process, while also doing my semi-regular check for sites that link to us, jsut to gauge how we’re doing. Favourite comment beside the link so far is from here: “Ninth Art is to be trusted”. If we go for a T-shirt at any point, that should be the slogan.
I’m in the office. I have been here since before eleven on Saturday morning.
But at least the e-mail to blog feature works. Slowly, and late, but it works.
Utilikilts. God help me, I’m actually tempted to buy one. I fear my mind may be going.
This is really beginning to irritate me. I’ve got the rough re-plot of 2 BEAT SIDEWAYS done. I know the character arcs, I’m happy with the pacing and all the remains to do is write the pitch. I just can’t seem to get it to hang right. There’s no punch to the opening, and I can’t hit the right notes – I think I’m going to have to cut a key element out. It’s too big to make it just one part of a larger story, and trying to play it down just doesn’t sit right. But if I lose it, the first couple of issues fall over and die. Shit.
Tonight I shall hit my brain with coffee and whiskey, and see where it gets me.
I do not like this Things Other People accomplished website. It is depressing.
Some nights, I have to force myself to do anything useful. It’s not that I’m lacking in energy or ideas, even on a bad day, just discipline – a combination of bad time management and laziness means I get next to fuck all done.
Other nights, like tonight, I’m exactly the reverse. Tonight, I have been out socialising, come home, gone to the gym, come home again, tightened the dialogue on SIX STRINGS, written the character description I promised Natalie a few weeks back for 2 BEATS SIDEWAYS, worked on the sci-fi idea that occured to me the other week, put a bit more meat on the bones of the plot I have, and jotted down some notes about a mad idea I had on the bus the other day. Oh, and I read two volumes of RISING STARS, too, and will probably crack open something else to read before I sleep.
If I could figure out how I worked, every night would be like tonight.
One of my major interests, this. The more I study occult theory and weird fringe philosophy, the more it all just leads back to the seriously primal stuff. Sometimes my studies lead to a refinement of understanding as to why this stuff works, sometimes it’s just interesting to see the lengths people will go to to achieve the same thing while looking educated and refined.
But I digress: there’s a nice article on Shamanism just gone up on Barbelith. The article is a sequel to this one (which also has a rather good reading list for anyone interested in learning more) and I recommend them to anyone interested in an quick overview of this practice.