Doodily, doodily-doodily! Gournal time. Ploying at work, trying to get hired. If all works well, I could be an editor of either e-books or graphic novels by the end of the month. Bill Hicks is my god, but if either of these plans do not work out, I may have to sin and go into marketing for a while, because balls in my ass I am broke as shit.
I have finished proofreading a book called Lonely Werewolf Girl, but a writer named Martin Millar. He is a great writer, and the book kicks serious ass. He wrote many kick-ass books, and this is the only the second of which to have made its from the U.K. to the shores of the bloated america. Last years was Good Fairies of New York. Great book. It is the most money I've earned for writerly/editorily stuff in a while, and I miss side projects like that. I need some more, but I still have like 4 weeks before I get paid for it. Damn freelancing.
This is not going the way I hoped gournaling would go. Who cares though right? It's a gournal, nothing more, and nothing less. At the very least, its current and present, and as Michael Palin says, it solves the problem of hindsight, or maybe he heard someone else say that. Everything is a repeat of anything that has come before anyway. It's funny, for so long I wanted to resist using an archtype, using a set pattern or base in my writing. I loved Ulysses, and wanted to write something grand like that but new. Hard as fuck. I have 2 novellas I hope to edit over the next couple of weeks.
Novella 1 is weird and trippy, taking place in Nebraska. Novella 2 is the prequel to Novella 1, and takes place in the hometown. Very small place. Just returned from there for holiday. It was small and I saw no one. Tried to call a friend of mine who has apparently taught himself bowyerer, the art of making bows, like the ones that fire arrows. He can shoot shit out the air. Helpful chap to know come the post-apocalypse.
Novel, or book 3, as I call it, is on the shelf while I try to meet some deadlines for contest submissions and shit like that.
Still looking for artists for the comics and graphic novels. I haven't really tried, mostly due to being poor and hungry and depressed. But fuck it.
I have finished proofreading a book called Lonely Werewolf Girl, but a writer named Martin Millar. He is a great writer, and the book kicks serious ass. He wrote many kick-ass books, and this is the only the second of which to have made its from the U.K. to the shores of the bloated america. Last years was Good Fairies of New York. Great book. It is the most money I've earned for writerly/editorily stuff in a while, and I miss side projects like that. I need some more, but I still have like 4 weeks before I get paid for it. Damn freelancing.
This is not going the way I hoped gournaling would go. Who cares though right? It's a gournal, nothing more, and nothing less. At the very least, its current and present, and as Michael Palin says, it solves the problem of hindsight, or maybe he heard someone else say that. Everything is a repeat of anything that has come before anyway. It's funny, for so long I wanted to resist using an archtype, using a set pattern or base in my writing. I loved Ulysses, and wanted to write something grand like that but new. Hard as fuck. I have 2 novellas I hope to edit over the next couple of weeks.
Novella 1 is weird and trippy, taking place in Nebraska. Novella 2 is the prequel to Novella 1, and takes place in the hometown. Very small place. Just returned from there for holiday. It was small and I saw no one. Tried to call a friend of mine who has apparently taught himself bowyerer, the art of making bows, like the ones that fire arrows. He can shoot shit out the air. Helpful chap to know come the post-apocalypse.
Novel, or book 3, as I call it, is on the shelf while I try to meet some deadlines for contest submissions and shit like that.
Still looking for artists for the comics and graphic novels. I haven't really tried, mostly due to being poor and hungry and depressed. But fuck it.