I fucking hate this shit.
Yesterday, I managed a paltry three pages on Alabaster: The Good, the Bad, and the Bird. But that was better than the two days before, when I got nothing at all written. This series is holding up my work on other, far more important projects. I'm struggling to get issue #2 finished before we leave for D.C. on Thursday. And I have to be out one day, getting ready to go, so that's only four days I have to finish. There are only twelve pages left to write. I only need to do 3.25 pages a day. ONLY. Which should be a breeze, but I know it won't.
Last night, we finished watching American Horror Story: Coven, and it was superb. I loved it pretty much unconditionally. I was lukewarm on Season One, I hated Season Two, and I'm very much enjoying Season Four. So, perhaps after Asylum someone took Ryan Murphy aside and explained that Season Two felt like a monkey flinging shit at the walls just to see what would stick.
Please have a look at the current eBay auctions and at Spooky's Etsy shop. Thank you!
This is the tenth year that we've ignored the time change, opting to remain on Daylight Savings Time, thus hanging onto more afternoon. It works for me.