If anything, that subject line is not hyperbolic enough ( Read more... )

Mostly sunny today. The high was an unseasonable 75˚F.

I wish I could say that I wrote today. I wish I had spent the morning writing, instead of sitting here contemplating doomsday and the imminent collapse of American democracy.

I am so utterly fucking exhausted.

No, I am not leaving Twitter.

I did finish drawing the monster doodles I owe to ( Read more... )

Overcast and drear today. Currently, the temperature is 50˚F. I wish it would snow. Snow would take away the sharp edges.

Yesterday I tried to write. That's what I do most days now. Most days, I try to write. And yesterday, like most days, I finally give up in frustration.

I finished reading Cassandra Khaw's Hammers on Bone, a decent enough ( Read more... )

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Today is the 78th anniversary of Kristallnacht, and here in American we have elected our own little would-be Hitler. On November 9, 1989 the Berlin Wall came down, and here we are building walls. We learned nothing from history, and we have repeated it ( Read more... )

Yesterday was one of the most unabashedly shitty days I've had in a long time. Today, I'm in the the stunned silence after the blast, my ears ringing.

No writing. No writing since July 18th.

I sat in the reading room at the John Hay Library and signed the signature sheets for Beneath an Oil-Dark Sea. I signed my name 760 times. Two hours. ( Read more... )

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I hereby declare that if the "world" should actually "end," as all those amusing morons think it will, I shall stop writing.*

Meanwhile...

Yesterday, I wrote 2,507 words on Black Helicopters. I'm relieved to be writing solid, substantial, dense text again. Joyously, unashamedly tough text. Prose that makes both me and the reader work. Blood ( Read more... )

And not a moment too frelling soon, I might add. There's no point in going into all the gory details, all the 923 ways that a trip to Birmingham can suck, even when it's barely more than 24-hours long. But between my mother trying to turn me on to Jesus and the free-floating hostility that permeates the very aether in Birmingham, I am very, very, ( Read more... )