John Heron Project

Further to the great piece by Chuck I linked yesterday, my other Jet Pack compadre Will has been concerned by recent moves in the publishing industry towards a model where writers provide content for free to editors who charge people for it, simply for the privilege of being published and the admiration of the public.

Will, quite reasonably, thinks this is not cricket.

In Neo-Feudal Content Creation a week or two ago, he wrote:

The notion is that the free economy created when everyone is publishing solely for free, writing just for the privilege of being read, investigating simply for the mad props of being in the know, will be the end of scarcity and that this will be great for the people with the microphones and speakers, who charge people to stand within earshot, and great for the open-mic talent, who write and speak and sing and report in exchange for a turn on stage. What’s unclear here — what’s still scarce in this model — is what these artists are eating and where these journalists are sleeping. How are their bills paid? Can they eat fan mail and send their Google Analytics data to their landlords as rent?

Which is a fair point.

Yesterday, he added more to the mix.

[The idea is to] do it because you love to do it. Be excited, and use that excitement. It’s a wonderful and useful message — a psychic pry bar. Good stuff.

But how can I trust that message if I think the reason it’s being given to me is to keep me happy and singing and toiling in my plot of land so the guy above me can get paid out of the ad revenues for posting my work to his blog?

Why should my work be the free content of an intermediate landlord’s freemium marketing strategy? It makes me nervous that I’m being motivated to produce a lot of free content so that the tier above me can get paid for it.

I have this awful (and unrealistic, I know) image of old boys, seated in club chairs in a smoke-filled sepia-toned parlor, scheming about how to get people to give their work away for free. “Tell them the fun and satisfaction is it’s own reward!” says one.

While the sepia-toned caricature is just a conceit, I don’t think that’s altogether inaccurate. Writers are not a respected part of the publishing process (just ask my friend the sub-editor about her treatment at the hands of the newspaper that just made her redundant) and are seen as an exploitable resource, and part of that is the perception that it’s a hobbyist’s thing, a thing that people do for fun, rather than a job, a craft, a graft.

Add to that the sub-moronic Randian bullshit that seems to pervade business these days, that assumes that people at the top are the only ones that do the work, and you get a model where the craftsman has no value. The content provider makes money for you and does not get a payout. Sitting here at the cusp of absolute failure, that makes me terribly depressed.

People — my colleagues — like Will and Chuck and Becky are really great writers. They deserve to be paid for their work.

My friend and colleague Chuck has a way with words. Look, this is his way with words:

I’m here to bring the news. Seriously. It’s a newspaper wrapped around a fish, and in the fish is a bunch of stinging insects, and you open the newspaper up, and you’re like, “Oh, goddamn, this fish stinks,” and then the fish’s mouth opens, and all these stinging insects fly or crawl out, and next thing you know they’re on your hand, and they’re stinging the shit out of you, and then you you don’t even smell the fish anymore, because you’re like, “No! Holy shit! SNAARGH! Why were there angry insects inside the fish! Who did this to me?”

And then you realize. I did it. I did it to you.

What is this about?

Well, it’s about the job of writing and how us writers don’t get no respect. And that’s partly because of the chancers and the wannabes.

But writer gets some kind of namby-pamby wishy-washy artist-flavored miasma floating around it, like it’s a social identifier similar to “hippie” or “cat-lover.” Listen, I’m not saying the only qualifier for “writer” is, “I get paid to do it.” Except, it is. See what I just did there? Hah! Suckers. Seriously, you at least have to have aspirations to do this professionally, aspirations that you back up with exploration of the craft. Then, feel free to call yourself an “amateur writer,” or an “out-of-work writer,” or an “aspiring writer.” Fine. Okay. Yay for you. But don’t insult me and all the other writers who have scraped their knuckles raw climbing to our (admittedly meager) heights. Stop watering down our heady brew! Writers work really hard to be writers. Stop pretending you worked as hard.

Read the rest of his rant: A Fish Full of Stinging Insects Bites You In the Ass Arse. You owe it to me and him (but do bear in mind Chuck, along with having a good eye — he took the pic of the spider — also has a way with swear words.).

He’s completely right. I’ve completely been there.

See, thing is, the economic downturn and various family stuff means that I may have to stop freelancing and go work in an office somewhere (even the thought of which kills me — I am doing my dream job, and I have no other aspirations), and when Mrs Wood told someone recently that this might happen, this other’s response was “He’ll be getting a proper job then,” to which her (instant and correct, and I love her for it) response was “He’s got a proper job.”

I have a proper job. I am not a hobbyist. I am a professional. I worked out last week that my work has been in books that have sold a total of something like 100,000 units in the last five years. I have had my name in at least one nationally recognised magazine. I edit a magazine with a long history and a fine reputation.

I have a proper job. It’s your problem if you can’t accept that.

Dispatches from the Money-Mouth Interface: Today, we (that’s my colleagues Will Hindmarch and Chuck Wendig and I) launch Jet Pack, a gallery and maybe a storefront for our fiction ambitions. Look out for chapbooks and other stuff in the near future. Right now, though, we’re just doing the fiction.

More news as events warrant, as they say.

Ed at Robot Viking just posted an interview with me on being a game writer, and about tragedy and art and why nice-looking chairs are no good if you can’t park your arse on them. He asks about my White Wolf stuff, and MSG™, which he’s been especially nice to (I have Ed to thank for the free version getting 1200+ downloads).

So the new issue of Movement went to the printers on Friday, and it had a fabulous and well-researched article about the legality of same-sex marriage in the US and Canada. Which talked about Proposition 8, and the states that do allow gay marriage, and so on.

And then the state of Iowa goes and upholds the right of same-sex couples to marry. Just when I was celebrating getting an error-free mag out there.

Damn.

Anyway, it seems that Governor Mike Huckabee (one of last year’s presidential also-also-rans, remember, and wait a minute, Iowa’s not even the state he’s governor of) is not happy about the state doing this. he says it’s “an attack on the traditional family.”

I hear this a lot. And what I’d like to ask is: for the love of God, HOW!?

I mean, will gay people (and even lesbians these days, so I hear) getting married stop straight people getting married? Will gay people adopting stop straight people adopting… and maybe having kids? Will, by allowing gay people the right to make vows and be monogamous and faithful to each other, this act promote promiscuity and polyvalent non-heteronormative relationships?

Why is it even a threat? I honestly don’t understand.

Edit: “No, Senator McKinley. I will not co-sponsor a leadership bill with you.” It’s some Mid-Western state in the US, and it’s local politics. But that whole two minute speech has the mark of something historical. I wonder if people will be talking about it down the line. (via)

io9.com is on the Gawker network. It get stupid numbers of hits. It is a website that promotes and discusses all things science-fictional and almost science-fictional. And all things geek, really.

Anyways, io9 plugged MSG™ today. So. Pleased.

Buy MSG™ at lulu.com

FREE Promotional edition (available until 25th November 2008)

Here we go, then. This is what I have been working on recently. MSG™ is a game of negotiation and conscience for three to six adults, what I wrote, designed and illustrated myself, with help from my ubiquitous partner in crime Becky Lowe and my genius colleague Benjamin Baugh. It’s the genetically modified bastard child of Naomi Klein, Chris Morris and Dilbert.

It’s an 88-page illustrated paperback book, and it’s £5.99 in print, and £1.99 for the pdf.

But for one week only, it’s available on PDF format for free.

Buy MSG™ at lulu.com

FREE Promotional edition (available until 25th November 2008)

MSG™ record sheets

You might catch your breath at the idea,
Grasp the boat’s side, knuckles
Not as hard nor as pale as this
Wall of sea-borne scales
Glimmering in cold crystalline mist.
Your stomach might harden
At the premonition of hell
In the smell of sulphur and charred meat,
In the sight of bobbing, half-finished meals:
Lost men, brave men, men like you.
The dawn might darken
In the opening of this single slitted eye,
Wider than your height
And you might rise to your feet,
Barely trusting the creaking unsteady wood,
Raise your ancestral spear,
Fear that the moon-bright blade
Will not be good
Enough
To end the serpent that girdles the earth:
But since you know its hit point total,
Instead you just kill it and steal its stuff.

(more…)

Yeah, I write role-playing games. So you probably know that I’m not massively proud of that, but it’s sort of fun, and it’s a crust. Anyway, every year there’s a lot of conventions and things, but only one that matters, and that’s called GenCon. And at GenCon every year, they have these awards called the ENnies, which are a bit like the gaming Oscars, only obviously slightly cheaper. So anyway, one of the games what I wrote a big chunk of, which is called Changeling: The Lost, won the award for Best Writing.

So that sort of makes me an award-winner.

That’s all.

Oh, the crazy April Fools hilarity we had yesterday.

Anyway. A lot of people know this story, but I’ve been down about freelancing recently and I need to remind myself why I am doing this.

So for a while, back about seven years ago, I was the in-house writer and publicity designer for this one-horse business software firm.

The Boss calls me in. They’re getting ready the new brochure for the upgrade and he has some ideas for the design. In short, he wants the cover to have a flowchart on it.

Sorry? A flowchart? Are you insane?

And he wants it to look like a breast.

I forget my response, but it went something along the lines of: For a second there, I thought you said you wanted it to look like a breast.

Yes, he says, a breast. Like on a lady. With a voluptuous curve here and a fulsome curve here and a pointy bit here. With aspects of the software written on the arrows.

I am somewhat direct in my expression of what I think of this.

He tells me that sex sells. And that he is selling to people who own factories.

I spend the next week trying to make the flowchart look artistic and stuff… and not look much like a breast. After about three days of trying to compromise, the Boss (who shall forever after in my mind be Mr. Breast) comes in and looks over my shoulder, and says, “Can’t you make it a bit more pert?”

I went freelance not long after that.

It could get so much worse.

Gary Gygax died on Monday. He was the bloke who invented Dungeons and Dragons, which is a big part of the reason why I have a steady job. That’s all. Moment of silence and all that.

I worked on a game book called Requiem For Rome last year. I won’t go into the difficulties and frustrations involved, but suffice to say that I wasn’t as happy with the end result as I could have been.

Anyway. Most people seemed to like it. And it got reviewed on a blog about world history. The guy really liked it. And didn’t criticise my history once (although he does give the title of my history chapter, including the error inserted by the idiot proofreader who didn’t know Latin - in the draft it was, correctly, Ab Urbe Condita).

I meant to post this on Tuesday, but my blog got hacked. The mighty DavidK spent far too much of his own time fixing it.

1. Movement
Image budget sorted. A lot of copy in.

2. Supplement 2 (Slasher)
Done.

3. Splat! (Shadows in the Night)
Done.

4. Supplement 3 (”Darren McGavin”)
Was 35,000 words by 15th February, 2008. Now, thanks to a writer having to drop out, 47,000 by the end of March. Not started yet.

5. Supplement 4 (”David Naughton”)
Taken on because of situation above. 25,000 by 15th March. Will probably get an extension.

6. Supplement 5
Yes, another one. 20,000, May.

7. Other things on the table
A book I am going to call “Mrs Adams” which is still a game book, but a bit different to anything I have done for this client, and another book about nasty vampires and things which I am supposed to have editorial control over. I hire the writers and turn it into a book. Could be fun, could be a headache.

1. I don’t want to eat meat anymore. When the meat in my freezer’s run out, I’m going vegetarian.

2. There isn’t a TV show, or a film I need to watch, or an album I need to hear, or a book or game I need to buy. I don’t need more stuff. Besides, most of it is actually stupid.

3. I am too good at writing really unpleasant things (and I am really good at it - check out pages 29-30 of the document you can download here), and it is starting to frighten me.

That’s all.

Work slogs on. Simon May has twenty episodes of The Truth About Sappho, hand written in a notebook, and I have no time to upload them. It’s very frustrating.

1. Movement
Right. We’re now onto Movement 129. I need to sort out a picture budget (I have been looking in unexpected places, actually), some more advertising, and need to send my reviewers the copies of the books they’re supposed to be reviewing - they’re all packaged up, I just need to go to the post office. No panic for a while. Just mild concern. What I need is someone to write me an article on multi-faith stuff, and then I’m sorted. Sorta.

2. Supplement 2
The title got announced recently. It’s actually called Slasher. I nearly got it in on time. A bit more to do, and then final draft 1st March. I was really ambivalent about writing this one, but a job’s a job.

3. Splat!
70,000 words by 8th February 2008. I haven’t actually done a word count recently, though. Oversight, that.

4. Supplement 3
35,000 words by 15th February, 2008. Not started yet.

5. Finals
Final drafts and corrections for Supplement 1, which I am now going to call Vincent Price, February 1st (lots); for Supplement 2/Slasher, March 1st (not so much); Supplement 3, which I am now going to call Darren McGavin, April 1st (no idea).

6. Big News Sort of Job
Cancelled. Word is, it’s been pushed back for a while. It’ll happen, but there’s no date for it anymore. Also ambivalent about that. On the one hand, I really wanted to work on it, kind of a “last hurrah” if you will. On the other hand, it means that I might not have to be working over my Easter holidays this year (although last year, that wasn’t really my fault).

Mood: Kind of wishing it’d stop
Music: Blur, Best of. Funny, never liked Blur much back in the Britpop days (although I liked them more than Oasis, duh). But a couple of years ago, a couple of people gave me Blur CDs - I got Parklife off Martin and the Best of was part of the haul given to me in Mike Blakey’s epic CD clearout. And I suppose I started appreciating the music on its own terms. Sometimes a bit of distance is a good thing.

I know, I know. But life’s been crazy and will continue to be so for weeks.

1. Movement
Movement’s new look won me praise from the SCM staff. It remains to be seen whether the public will like it. I’m talking to people about pictorials for the next one, and the copy for the next one is due end February. Then, the panic.

2. Supplement 1
This was 25,000 words by 15th December, remember. The draft I submitted was incomplete, but a couple of good ideas with the formatting got me the approval of the editor, and I have until 1st Feb to get a final in. So I can breathe for a moment.

3. Supplement 2
20,000 words by 15th January, 2008. I’m prepping this one now, and should get it in on time if the muse is with me.

4. Splat!
70,000 words by 8th February 2008 (got an extension). I actually have about 25K written, but that doesn’t reflect research and structural work.

5. Supplement 3
35,000 words by 15th February, 2008. Still, the plan’s more or less the same. Not started it yet.

6. Big News Sort of Job
I thought this was going to be 10 or 15k by end January, but actually it’s probably going to be more than that, and not until March or April. Which is nice.

…of writing about murder and death. It’s getting depressing.

I think I’ll try to find some other markets this year.

My word, what a wild couple of months it’s been. This is where we stand with the current run.

1. Movement
I finished Movement more or less on time (only just), but printing issues lagged on until, ooh, this afternoon. I ended up pulling two all-nighters on it in the space of three nights. This, and kids’ illnesses and crises of one kind and another have set me right back for…

2. Supplement 1
25,000 words by 15th December. I have 19K written and submitted, and will do the rest tomorrow. Maybe.

3. Supplement 2
20,000 words by 15th January, 2008. I’ll start on it After Christmas.

4. Splat!
70,000 words (yes, 70K) by 18th January, 2008. I actually have a chunk of this one written and set up. I have hopes.

5. Big News Sort of Job
Probably 10 or 15k by end January, depending on deadlines. I wouldn’t have taken it, but it’s important I do.

6. Supplement 3
35,000 words by 15th February, 2008. Still, the plan’s more or less the same. If I get out alive from the inevitable crash of Supplement 2, Big News Sort of Job and Splat! I’ll start on this straight after.

I know - these posts aren’t very interesting, but they’re useful for me, if only so I know what I’m doing and what I have to do. Think of them as being like film director Kevin Smith’s daft justification for why his film Jersey Girl was so terrible: not for critics.

So, from the top:

0. Redlines
These are necessary and useful edits on the Easy But Lengthy and Repetitive Job of last time, and are part of the process. I’ll have these sorted by teatime.

Which leaves us with the actual proper jobs, most of which I can’t actually name. I am calling them, therefore, Supplements 1, 2 and 3 (all are supplements for the same thing) and Splat! (I will explain why if you really want to know, but it’s not really all that interesting).

They total 150,000 words over the next three or four months. You will note that the deadlines are reasonable for all of the non-Movement jobs except Splat! This is because changes in structure and personnel at a prolific client of mine have resulted in lavish promises of proper editing and reasonable treatment for those freelancers they have there. We’ll see if that pans out, but I have a better feeling about this. They already seem to be acting on those promises.

1. Movement
Movement is a magazine, and hence has staged deadlines. The first deadline is 2nd November, for copy, of which I am responsible for a couple of pages, and advertising, because I have to get some. If it’s not all sorted by 7th December (note to self: Mum’s birthday), I’m in deep and enduring trouble and I get fed to the Serpent. Nobody wants that. Except the Serpent.

2. Supplement 1
25,000 words by 15th December. I expect to get started on this one in some capacity mid-November.

3. Supplement 2
20,000 words by 15th January, 2008. I’ll start on it when I’m finished with Supplement 1.

4. Splat!
70,000 words (yes, 70K) by 18th January, 2008. I am starting work on this one tomorrow, or maybe this afternoon. Depends on how the redlines go.

5. Supplement 3
35,000 words by 15th February, 2008. Way down the line. If I get out alive from the inevitable crash of Supplement 2 and Splat! I’ll start on this straight after.

Current Mood: Headachey and sore-throat-y.
Current Music: Arcade Fire, Neon Bible. Is “Antichrist Television Blues” a marvellous song or what?

Finally.

3. Easy But Lengthy and Repetitive Job
Deadline: extended to end of play yesterday;
Word Count: 24,000 in 12 sections of 2,000 words apiece;
Done: All of it. At 5.45am this morning. After 18+ hours of almost solid writing.

4. Thing for that Convention
Deadline: The con was Saturday. Everybody loved it, and talked about it a lot on the internet. Which is nice.

Mood: Tired.
Music: Arcade Fire, Neon Bible.

And that’s it for the current panic.

May and Ana continue their adventures on Thursday, I expect.

1. Really Important Job
If you’re in Wales, you should buy a Big Issue this week. Right now. I’ve even got a cover mention. Now for the invoice.

2. Frustratingly Difficult and Stressful Job
They’re fine with it, and the payment’s been requested.

3. Easy But Lengthy and Repetitive Job
Deadline: extended to “as long as you need, only not too long”, but really before Friday;
Word Count: 24,000 in 12 sections of 2,000 words apiece;
Done: 12,468. 6 sections of 12 submitted.
For those who know the jargon, they call these items I’m doing “splats”. I do a lot of them.

4. Thing for that Convention
Deadline: Tomorrow, since I need to test it out tomorrow evening;
Word Count: uncertain — long enough to entertain four to six people for two to three hours.
Speaking of that convention, I discovered last night that a couple of my mates are going. They weren’t going to tell me.

Mood: Better than yesterday.
Music: St. Vincent, Marry Me.

Update!

1. Really Important Job
Deadline: 7th September; Word Count: 1,200 (but with interviews and such); Done: 5th September; aaaand they bought it.

If you’re in Wales, look out for my feature in Big Issue Cymru, in the issue hitting the streets 24th September.

Well, that cheered me up. Because it means I may not have to be writing RPGs for the rest of my life.

Mood: A bit more chipper.
Music: Tanya Donelly, “Story High”.

ITTCOOR #1:Montague Summers’ 1928/46 translation of Sprenger and Kramer’s Malleus Maleficarum, in any downloadable version you can think of.

Six hundred years old, and scary as hell.

Going back to my mountain of work:

1. Really Important Job
Deadline: 7th September; Word Count: 1,200 (but with interviews and such); Done: 5th September; still waiting to hear if they’re actually buying it yet. If they are, it means all sorts of good things.

2. Frustratingly Difficult and Stressful Job
Deadline: extended to 22nd September; Word Count: 15,000; Done: 16,000 as of yesterday, and they’d better be happy with the damn thing.

3. Easy But Lengthy and Repetitive Job
Deadline: extended to 22nd September; Word Count: 24,000 in 12 sections of 2,00 words apiece; Done: 2,400 or thereabouts. 1 section of 12 submitted and positively received — I’m getting it right, anyway. I’m just not getting it done.

Uh-oh. In other news. I’m going to be guest of honour — Guest. Of. Honour — at a small games convention in Milton Keynes on the 29th. I’m supposed to be getting a box of gewgaws and trinkets to give to those unwashed masses they have there, but I have no idea when that’s arriving.

Stop laughing, you.

Mood: Verging on mild despair.
Music: Camera Obscura, “Lloyd, I’m Ready to be Heartbroken”.

Having spent a couple days in the most excellent company of Daniel “Johnny ‘dealingwith’ Citizen” Miller, I really should be getting on with stuff.

There was talking. There was some watching of the Mighty Boosh. There was walking around town, trying to find a SIM card that worked in a US LG/Cingular mobile (hint: you can’t, as the sketchy phone-unlocker in the sketchy mobile unlocking shop revealed). There was the pub. There was much twittering.

And there was music swapping; Daniel’s always good for getting new music. He’s responsible for my mild Mountain Goats fixation, f’rexample. This time. I’ve been particular impressed with Annie Clark AKA St. Vincent, who I discover is releasing an album over here on Monday, or maybe Monday week. Not that I’ll be getting it straight away, but I have an Amazon wishlist, a birthday approaching and a mercenary streak. You know what to do.

Running Totals, then.

1. Really Important Job
Deadline: 7th September; Word Count: 1,200 (but with interviews and such); Done: 0.

2. Frustratingly Difficult and Stressful Job
Deadline: last week; Word Count: 15,000; Done: 5,000.

3. Easy But Lengthy and Repetitive Job
Deadline: 14th; Word Count: 24,000; Done: 0.

Bugger.

I’m on 2. at the moment.

Mood: Headachey, tired.
Music: That mix I got off Daniel. Salim says it’s OK to be sad, apparently.

I tend not to talk much about the work I do for the games industry here, but I got interviewed this week.

I’ve been interviewed before, but a nice chap from Brazil named Fabio asked such sympathetic questions about what I do and where I come from that I thought this one might have wider interest beyond the usual market.

[edit] John Cooper pointed out to me that you have to register to see it. Oh, well. Behind the cut is some of it. (more…)

I spent the weekend at a gathering hosted by the Student Christian Movement, for whom I am now working for on a contractor basis, as editor of their magazine, Movement.

I love the SCM. They’re compassionate, professional, well-organised, democratic, intellectually rigorous, possessed of faith-based convictions, and also possessed of something approaching a sense of humour, unlike some other student-based Christian organisations I can think of. SCM are the gay-rights-supporting, anti-war-campaigning, social-justice-advocating, interfaith-dialogue-promoting hellbound liberals of the Christian student world.

Which means that there aren’t all that many of them.

I’d like to see them return to the glory days. Who knows. Maybe I can contribute to that. A man can dream.

Like any organisation that was active back in the 1920s, it has its own song. Like the Labour party has The Internationale. The real Labour party, I mean. Not the pretend one that’s actually running the country.

This is their song. It comes from a time when SCM Canada was prominent enough that a conservative newspaper was able to run a story accusing them of “poisoning the student mind”.

They responded by writing what has become the SCM song, which I heard for the first time in the wee small hours of Sunday morning:

Poisoning the Student Mind
The SCM has found its new vocation
Poisoning the Student Mind!
Its leaders by astute manipulation
Are poisoning the Student Mind!
And pious souls are sure that we will go
To toast our toes in the furnaces below
If we give heed to leaders that we know
Are poisoning the Student Mind!

Poisoning the Student Mind!
Poisoning the Student Mind!
Bad men, bold men, villains double-dyed
‘Neath their smiling countenances hide
Spiritual arsenic and moral cyanide
For poisoning the Student
poisoning the Student
Poisoning the Student Mind!

Not bad for the 1930s.

I don’t know if I’ve said this before, but I’ve heard that liberals like me are worse than murderers. The idea is that we lead people into error with all this talk of tolerance and gay rights and stuff, and because they think they’re still Christians, they’re deluded into thinking they’ve still got a chance of glory. Muslims and atheists have more of a chance, because they might possibly convert to the truth, but liberals? No chance. Worse than murderers.

I’m trying to get SCM to adopt “Worse Than Murderers” as its slogan.

Current Total: 40,337
Current Mood: Triumphant. No all-nighters, no evenings. And it’s good, uncompromising work (as these things go).
Current Music: REM, Out of Time.
Baby Situation: It’s all good.

Current Total: 31,954
Current Mood: Chipper, but at the same time knackered.
Current Music: several different REM albums. I’m favouring the early ones.
Baby Situation: Tracy has just managed to get her off to sleep. That’s a Good Thing.

Current Total: 27,430
Current Mood: Beginning to pick up pace, as you do on the 3/4 mark. Hopeful.
Current Music: The New Pornographers, Twin Cinema
Baby Situation: We’re sort of settling into a routine. We might get her to sleep through the night the way Dave does, hopefully.

Big thanks to Ed for his story, by the way.

Current Total: 20,203
Current Mood: It’s Saturday, so I shouldn’t have been working at all. But I’m past half-way now.
Current Music: Today has been Beyond the Grave Day. I’ve played Tim Buckley, Nico, Syd Barrett, Nick Drake and Nirvana.
Baby Situation: Her nose is nowhere near as wonky.