wildcat

Today has, as the Belgians say, been productive. This morning I had my fiction workshop with a weird fire drill in the middle that proved how easy it would be to kill cynical writing students by arson, because we sauntered outdoors making sure to save Amanda's home-baked chocolate chip cookies, and refused to stand where we were told because the pavement looked so inviting. In other words, one lit match and we'd all be dead. Got my story workshopped and can now begin revisions, which as I have said before is where the real writing happens for me. There's the potential for a major overhaul on Sadie Valentino's story.

After that, I took the #14-A bus downtown to get the week's comics from Hot Legends Guy (a particularly existential Tom Strong episode, the second issue of the new Warlock series which could go either way, an issue of She-Hulk [what?], and an old 100-page Justice League Spectacular from 1974). I need to cut down my comic book habits again to just the bare essentials -- Tom Strong, Terra Obscura, Promethea, Planetary, and apparently this new She-Hulk series which is really fucking hilarious. Most of those series are coming to an end anyway; Promethea's last issue comes out in December.

Anyway, after the comic book geekery I lunched at Hime as usual and went in search of Ranulph Fiennes's books, then ended up at Wells' Books to pick out bits of cheap and dirty ephemera and documents to be altered, collaged, and generally abused. I found a weird Walter Raleigh stamp from somewhen for next to nothing and have every intention of using it for something bizarre and evil. Art is fabulous.

Then work, scribbles of time doing nothing but automatic robotic functions that deny one's sense of self and certainly do nothing for the desperate, crawling sensation in my forebrain demanding that I drop everything and work on my rewrite or the novel. Also, I wanted to kiss, but Michael was nowhere around. Strangely managed to avoid the existential dread vortex. A wandering, replenishing phone call to Matthew in V----- and I arrived home to finish up some homework for technical writing and then to begin the rewrite.

I'm listening to Underworld and I'm very shortly going to be only in my underwear.