I’m determined to remain lacklustre, so this post is more word vomit/journal entry than anything useful. Similar to the last one, if I’m being honest. I do write every day – properly – but this is a place to let loose. Get out all the energy in my body.

Creative energy, I mean. Other energies are still in me and becoming very, very inconvenient. What do you do when you don’t have a partner and are frightened of intimacy? Anyone got ideas? I’ve got “go meet people” and “marinate in self-pity” but there must be better ones.

There are so many projects in my life I need to finish, including a novel whose direction changed drastically a few days ago. Means I have to rewrite everything, but I am excited to do that. The change makes the storytelling much smoother. It doesn’t feel like I’m fighting my characters anymore.

Writing science fiction/speculative fiction is difficult, but easier than literary fiction and more interesting than creative nonfiction. I decided recently to start submitting short stories, but have yet to write one that remains short. So I’m working on that, I guess…

Let’s get to the list; I’m boring myself.

Untouchable – Luna Halo (Pop punk but in good taste? Again, a very catchy track. It’s corny but not in the way that most pop punk is.)

Beneath the Trees (Where Nobody Sees), Image Comics – A comic about an humanoid bear serial killer illustrated like a children’s book. It’s buck wild and I really recommend checking it out.

• Anne Truitt, Daybook – journal of a frustrated, middle-aged female artist. She sounds like I do in my head and it was so refreshing to read.
• Currently Reading: I Sing the Body Electric! – Ray Bradbury. Batshit short stories, very cool, very abstract.
• Song in E – Julien Baker. A great song about love and alcoholism. Has one of my favorite lines in it: “I wish that I drank because of you and not only because of me.”