Three things.
One, current load of reporting has been kicking my ass so hard I can hear Hunter S. Thompson chuckling just before I black out. I understand that might not have been the best nor the most tasteful analogy, but it's nearly midnight and it's been an interesting week.
Three weeks, actually. Three weeks, two front page-articles, and a midnight police raid on the house I'm living at for MDMA. They weren't looking for me (try two people downstairs), they didn't arrest me (again, two people downstairs), and they left within an hour and a half (one tactical officer apologized sheepishly for kicking my door in), but it's made for an interesting jolt of adrenaline anytime an SUV pulls around the corner or any car sits too long on the curb with tinted windows. Hence why I'm currently awake.
Two, I've been hooked on a new novel: Mira Grant's Feed, book one of the Newsflesh series . Nearly won a Hugo Award to boot. Holy, fucking, shit. Some of the best writing I've ever seen about a brother-sister relationship that's deep, profound (and never verges on romance), some of the most accurate writing on what it feels like to break big news (despite being about a bunch of syndicate bloggers who are signed on as a presidential hopeful's press corps), and some of the most gut-wrenching infections scenes I've ever read--and this is coming from someone who regularly devoured three issues of The Walking Dead a day from an old school friend. The only metaphor I can think of for this book is All The President's Men meets Cory Doctorow's Little Brother, Night of the Living Dead, and, perhaps, a diving tackle courtesy of Mad Max. Only criticism thus far is that description of the mandatory blood tests to walk around outside or enter buildings gets a bit repetitive once you're 400 pages in. Otherwise, fantastic.
Three, posts will get more frequent. I'm trying. Well, I'm occasionally finding time to stick posts up here. I'd like to say I was writing up a storm. It's unfortunately not been true. Bought myself a new notebook three weeks ago and I haven't even opened the damn thing. Haven't had time. I know that's the cry of anyone who's working a day job and writing--and maybe I am whining--but it's the reason why I haven't picked up a pen to write anything but a byline and a lede since February.
Check out my dA page alongside this blog. If I release something, it'll go there first.
One, current load of reporting has been kicking my ass so hard I can hear Hunter S. Thompson chuckling just before I black out. I understand that might not have been the best nor the most tasteful analogy, but it's nearly midnight and it's been an interesting week.
Three weeks, actually. Three weeks, two front page-articles, and a midnight police raid on the house I'm living at for MDMA. They weren't looking for me (try two people downstairs), they didn't arrest me (again, two people downstairs), and they left within an hour and a half (one tactical officer apologized sheepishly for kicking my door in), but it's made for an interesting jolt of adrenaline anytime an SUV pulls around the corner or any car sits too long on the curb with tinted windows. Hence why I'm currently awake.
Two, I've been hooked on a new novel: Mira Grant's Feed, book one of the Newsflesh series . Nearly won a Hugo Award to boot. Holy, fucking, shit. Some of the best writing I've ever seen about a brother-sister relationship that's deep, profound (and never verges on romance), some of the most accurate writing on what it feels like to break big news (despite being about a bunch of syndicate bloggers who are signed on as a presidential hopeful's press corps), and some of the most gut-wrenching infections scenes I've ever read--and this is coming from someone who regularly devoured three issues of The Walking Dead a day from an old school friend. The only metaphor I can think of for this book is All The President's Men meets Cory Doctorow's Little Brother, Night of the Living Dead, and, perhaps, a diving tackle courtesy of Mad Max. Only criticism thus far is that description of the mandatory blood tests to walk around outside or enter buildings gets a bit repetitive once you're 400 pages in. Otherwise, fantastic.
Three, posts will get more frequent. I'm trying. Well, I'm occasionally finding time to stick posts up here. I'd like to say I was writing up a storm. It's unfortunately not been true. Bought myself a new notebook three weeks ago and I haven't even opened the damn thing. Haven't had time. I know that's the cry of anyone who's working a day job and writing--and maybe I am whining--but it's the reason why I haven't picked up a pen to write anything but a byline and a lede since February.
Check out my dA page alongside this blog. If I release something, it'll go there first.