It's about 300 degrees down here today - not quite hotter than the sun, but close! Not as hot as my brain either which is completely fried. I had an idea for Too Hot For Dogs which in essence, is as great idea, but it also has implications... implications of rewriting the whole second half of the plot. So be it. It's a much better plotline than it was originally and art-wise, will also be a lot more bombastic than what I had originally intended.
I don't know why it took me so long to figure out that the sinner619 character who currently resides in Carnival of Souls belongs in 2H4D more than anywhere. I guess it's one of the 'can't see the wood for the trees' moments that complete idiots have when they're busy. Anyway, due to the way Charlotte creates her art, this means I have to rustle up a photo shoot in character. This is both good and extremely bad. Good because it will make me create him fully formed in every detail and bad for exactly the same reason. On some level that's probably karma at it's very best as so far I've made Charlie pack suitcases when she wasn't going anywhere, bully her kids friends into standing around like lemons, punch the crap out of a cake in Tesco and travel halfway across the country in search of the most splendid remnants of our pagan ancestry.
This has become the weeks priority and that's fine with me. We need to get this first issue finished up soon so we can commit to publishing it in some fashion, but one thing is for sure - 2H4D will rock your house down!
Over at Burn, things are starting to get busier than ever. My interviewing schedule is getting very full. Fugitiv are already under the belt and what I'm most stoked about this week is hooking up with The Dreaming who are headed up by Christopher Hall (Stabbing Westward). I'm thinking of hooking up with a whole new team of writers to give it a fresh approach... maybe that's a good idea anyway. I think the guys from the original days are probably tired of my diabolic editor ways! Hey, it comes with the territory okay!
Back on planet earth, life continues not to have to shout at me too loud because I'm listening again. I took Rhiannon to the park yesterday and the swans with the nest made from what can only be described as a forest, find themselves the proud parents of six cygnets. Well, they were yesterday. This morning, they're nowhere to be seen. You'd be amazed at what goes on out there. I went to bed about 3am last night and I could hear a dog going for it over there but last year, the seagulls where known to take them away for a tasty snack too. We used to have a swan warden who fed them and watched out for them but I think she died last year, so the swans are fending for themselves now, which is maybe as it should be. Maybe they were just asleep in the nest. I'm not that clued in on the habits of swans and cygnets but I can certainly read between the lines of this particular lesson.
When you get what it is you've been fighting for, there's always some bastard who'll come along and try to spoil the party.
Iron Man tonight! About bloody time too!
