Too much daydreaming, not enough thinking and working.
BATMAN’S GRAVE day (not nearly enough done)
HEAVEN’S FOREST design notes
connecting some people who should be working together
Plus the usual emailing, hanging an additional whiteboard, staring into space, listening to my new CD on repeat. Will do better tomorrow. G’night.
Finally got a physical copy. I like this film very much. It looks like the way I dream about graphic novels now.
SPECTRES 1 was great, so buying 2 was a no-brainer. Includes pieces by Maryanne Amacher, Christina Kubisch, Tomoko Sauvage, The Caretaker and David Toop. Get yours from shelterpress.bandcamp.com.
Somewhere, the ghost of Iain Banks is pissed off that he didn’t think of GSV Attack And Dethrone God
All money from this release will be donated to bail and mutual aid funds, and racial justice organisers. And it’s wonderful.
Radigue has a huge catalogue. I discovered this through a random YouTube wander, and then found a copy via Ulixes selling through Discogs. I love Discogs. Here’s a nice article about JETSUN MILA. Double CD, 84 minutes or so. Marvellous.
It is June. Behold our lovely summer out here on the Thames Delta.
We have a new set of bathroom scales. They claim I am the same weight I was at the beginning of lockdown. Therefore they are broken. Because, seriously, I am Quarantine Manatee now..
Inbox 11. I can barely see, and today I commence a full week of working out the whole of the last three issues of THE BATMAN’S GRAVE in fine detail, as an entire unit, to make sure I land that thing as effectively as possible. Given that my brain is dead now. Probably best not to expect fast responses this week.
Wiping some more things off the board to move into 2021, because 2020’s been a destructive bastard. Good morning, reader. Time we were off.
This sad Moleskine notebook usually lives in my jacket or my shoulder bag, as my daily working notebook. Which means this sad notebook has not left the house in three months. I just realised today that he’s been forgotten, buttoned into the top pocket of a canvas jacket since the first of March, and hasn’t been written in since Feb 29.
I’m not on social media any more. Apparently I have to mention this from time to time, because, I dunno, people naturally assume cultural workers are there all the damn time? I gave up. But I do have other machinery, which is how I know that writer/producer John Rogers just did an excellent thread on using notebooks as part of your work.
Pretty sure most people will find something of interest there.
Sad notebook has been moved to my desk, since I’m clearly not going anywhere for a while. (Even though I restocked my shoulder bag last week in optimistic preparation for The Great Release.)
I’m actually still going, but I’m shutting the internet off in a minute, and will crash as soon as I land the last thing for the night. Today has looked like:
HEAVEN’S FOREST Netflix notes
got out a light rewrite of an outline, filed it
partway through a rewrite of another outline
partway through a PROJECT GENEVA module
daydreaming about a new comics publishing idea I had, that’s going to be my trunk-novel hobby for the rest of the year
notes on a long short story I want to write soon
(No, the new comics publishing idea will not happen, and I’m not going to mention it again, noting only that everyone should have a hobby and inventing new ideas and ways to show them is mine)
I’m out. G’night, reader.
