Awoke at 10am this morning and immediately, with the lights off and my glasses off, started looking through books for inspiration regarding a zine title. The one Joy suggested that is our "working title" is fine but it is too similar to the old Blockhead Stage and I want to cut all ties to the past in hopes of eliminating any potential bad vibes from it. Trawled through Anais Nin's diaries, Ginsberg's collected poetry, and the dictionary. I might hit the Rushdie or something might spark something, as well. Titles are always a pain.
Watched the beginning of Shaft last night - what? The T.V. station started out bleeping the motherfuckers only to abruptly stop. There was no discernable plot. Christian Bale was in it (what?) for no apparent reason. After a while, Michelle and I noticed that at no point does the funky Blaxploitation music ever cease, it just gets quieter at some points. A bit like watching a seventies porno.
Then I started writing a story, continuing some characters of mine. It's weird, I get the vague feeling that this probably means a novel at some point, because I'm starting to want to do longer things with characters I enjoy writing. My god, my attention span might be changing. Maybe it's natural response to all the postcard stories we've been writing.
Meeting up with Joy for the zine meeting this afternoon, and it'll be nice to hang out with her. Probably roam the streets looking for fresh babies to eat, that kind of thing.