So I finished a first draft of a new script for REH, but I’m not sure whether or not I can really use the story. I think it’s probably an accurate story depicting Robert E Howard, but it’s kinda boring & makes Bob look like a dick.
I just found out about the photographer Harry Whittier Frees who did pictures of cats in clothes 100 years ago. Going to use some of his stuff to make some button sets, because cats in clothes always cheer me up.
Been trying to work up a Small Life Form track for a compilation. Been slow work, I’m just not satisfied with my work lately.
I go in the tracks for Ben Links Collins 5 in 5 EP. I’ve got a ton of 5 in 5 releases waiting for me to write up press releases for. I’m sure I’m frustrating all the bands. I just need to get off my ass & make it happen.
I got in another interview for the QRD label owner series. Yet another one of the things I have to get off my ass & just get done.
Been in a weird mood lately & it makes it hard for me to work. I need to get myself back on a standard work schedule so I can just get things done.
Last Night’s Dreams:
I’m on a road trip in the mountains with Karla & the passenger side brake light has gone out. I tell her we have to find a Wal-Mart so I can get a bulb to fix it. She’s telling me it’s no big deal & I tell her that as often as we drive drunk, it’s a fucking huge deal.
I’m on some reality competition show for making comics. For some reason the host on one episode is Gordon Ramsey & the winner of the challenge gets to out ice skating with him while the rest of us erase blue line pencils from original artwork. I’d definitely rather clean the artwork.
I’m on the second floor of a houseboat in a swamp. I feel a wave of nausea & run outside to throw up. When I look down at my pool of vomit on the water there are what I at first think are crayfish, but soon realize are some anthropomorphosized miniature crab men, eating it.
I’m holding my grandmother’s body. I want to try to feed her, but she’s already dead.