Tue, 22 Apr 2003
The pain, the pain ...
Day fourteen. Passed 60,000 words. Smoke rising from keyboard. Stereo
playing "Drowning in Berlin" by The Mobiles, 80's earworm resurrected
thanks to Warren Ellis
(whose Transmetropolitan
turned me back onto comics/graphic novels after lo these many years).
Current writing tastes of "Stepford Wives" meet "The Sims", with added
lynch mobs and the ghost of
Paul Linebarger. If I ever sell the film rights to this one I want to make damn sure
it ends up with a machinima house
and Rachel Huntington gets hired to design the visuals.
I have now been sober for more than 20,000 words. It's time to go out and
get pissed.
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