FIFTEEN MINUTE BREAKApril 1, 2003
Time is my worst fucking mortal enemy.
Yesterday and today I've had a brevy of bric- a- brac disappointments. Last night I was doing rewrites on my Deposit Man most troubled sixth book and I kept running into inconsistencies in trying to stage a turf war between Scientogolists and Self- relationship
Followers- and it wasn't coming out the way I pictured it to be. I'm going to keep trying to get it right while Larry begins the art chores on the fiftth issue (which I hope doesn't take another year to complete) I swear after I publish this mini-series- I gotta learn how to shit stuff out on a regular basis to keep the Coatney name in circulation.
On top of that- I need a break from this heavy workload that has been piling up of late- I can't hardly communicate on the Delphiforums while I'm shit deep in computing foreign video sales- then again, I suppose that is a good thing; after all I'm not being paid to jack off on the internet all day. But I wanted to start doing this regiment of ploting out stories on my hard drive. I'm having a bitch of time saving stuff on disk due to my changing around computers all the time- I have a computer at work where I try to download stuff on disk and bring it to an evening office where I do most of my private writing- but for some bizarre reason- the stuff on the disk doesn't turn up on the evening computer. I write my Deposit Man scripts at home on a old dot matrix dos system. I'm comfortable at home working on a outdated word processor where everything is spelled out.
I have plans to write a King Crimson concert review for a a dutch website and tinkering with the idea of writing an article of comic book related movie billboards around LA.
Consolidated and out of time
My fifteen minutes are up...
~
Coat
Time is my worst fucking mortal enemy.
Yesterday and today I've had a brevy of bric- a- brac disappointments. Last night I was doing rewrites on my Deposit Man most troubled sixth book and I kept running into inconsistencies in trying to stage a turf war between Scientogolists and Self- relationship
Followers- and it wasn't coming out the way I pictured it to be. I'm going to keep trying to get it right while Larry begins the art chores on the fiftth issue (which I hope doesn't take another year to complete) I swear after I publish this mini-series- I gotta learn how to shit stuff out on a regular basis to keep the Coatney name in circulation.
On top of that- I need a break from this heavy workload that has been piling up of late- I can't hardly communicate on the Delphiforums while I'm shit deep in computing foreign video sales- then again, I suppose that is a good thing; after all I'm not being paid to jack off on the internet all day. But I wanted to start doing this regiment of ploting out stories on my hard drive. I'm having a bitch of time saving stuff on disk due to my changing around computers all the time- I have a computer at work where I try to download stuff on disk and bring it to an evening office where I do most of my private writing- but for some bizarre reason- the stuff on the disk doesn't turn up on the evening computer. I write my Deposit Man scripts at home on a old dot matrix dos system. I'm comfortable at home working on a outdated word processor where everything is spelled out.
I have plans to write a King Crimson concert review for a a dutch website and tinkering with the idea of writing an article of comic book related movie billboards around LA.
Consolidated and out of time
My fifteen minutes are up...
~
Coat
posted by Coat @ 3:46 PM
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