Cold, cold, cold. But a smudge less cold than yesterday, and the sun is out. Cold sun. Cold sky, but at least a few clouds to hide its taste for me. I have not left the house since Saturday.

I wrote nothing on Cherry Bomb. Frankly, I'm having trouble remembering what I did. There was a meeting with my Dark Horse editor (3 p.m. CaST), and that went ( Read more... )

This morning, I think Francis Ford Coppola (back in his Apocalypse Now phase), Lars von Trier, and David Lynch teamed up to direct the "nightmare." Come to think of it, those three are the likely culprits for most of my dreams. Anyway, yeah, bad morning. Dreamsickness. I thought, an hour ago, I would sit down here and write out as much of the dream ( Read more... )