Today was just weird.  And rushed.  Didn’t get nearly enough writing done.  But I’ve cleared the schedule tonight and tomorrow…going to see if I can actually finish some things.

N.P.: “Witness 4 the Prosecution (Version 1) – 2020 Remaster” – Prince

Second verse, same as the first…another productive day, but never productive enough.  Still writing the two books, still keeping up with the money-making work, still working on saving the world…but it’s a hectic schedule.  I so need an assistant.

N.P.: “Love You To Bits (Bit 1)” – No-Man

Another productive night and day, dear reader.  It’s frustrating…there is so much to write that even using dictation, I don’t have nearly enough time to get everything down.  And new projects and ideas are still coming in constantly, so that pretty much no matter how much writing I do, I have more work at the end of the day than I did at the beginning.  The workflow that has developed lately is writing/dictating from 22:00 – 02:00 (or whenever I collapse), and then editing that the following day.
On top of that, the world very obviously needs saving right now, so I’m trying to work that into the schedule too.  I’ll get to it…don’t worry.

N.P.: “World Destruction (Meltdown Remix)” – Time Zone, John Lydon, Afrika Bambaataa

Yesterday was the summer solstice in this shitty hemisphere, which made it the longest day/shortest night of the year, which, as you can probably imagine, was disgusting to me.  Given my contempt of the sun, the summer solstice is traditionally the shittiest day on the Gallaway Calendar.  The only good news is that now that we’re on the other side of the Stupid Solstice, the days will now get slightly shorter every day until we get to December 21…the longest night of the year, when I traditionally perform an incredibly lewd goat dance celebrating the Cold and the Dark.  Tick tock.

N.P.: “The Bible is Bullshit” – Corporate Avenger

Another good day, another great word count.  I’m working on something else, for here, and it’s taking longer than expected.  I’m not sure when it will be done, but I’m going to push for tomorrow or the next day.  No promises, but I’m trying.  It’s nothing that’s new to you, dear reader, but it is something that needs to be read.  Unfortunately, the people who really need to read it have been proving themselves illiterate dolts lately, but, you know…still gotta try.
Okay…back to work.

N.P.: “Oh, Pretty Woman” – Palast

Taking the day off due to societal disgust, or, for you, dear reader, since I know you’re up on your Latin: contemptus mundi.  If you didn’t happen to make Latin class for those four miserable high school years, then I’ll refer you to Wordsworth (or at least a paraphrase): the world is too much with me.
This calls for a drug-induced coma…just for 8 hours or so.  And then, tomorrow, we rise, and drain our pens of bitter ink.  Unless, of course, everything is still overwhelmingly shitty and stupid tomorrow, in which case I might take another day off and just roll the coma over.

N.P.: “Black Hop на районе” – Uratsakidogi

When the police talk with you politely for 25 minutes, administer a sobriety test (also politely), and you fail, they are going to arrest you.  Had you passed the test, they would not arrest you.  But you didn’t pass the test.  So when they go to cuff you, you decide to resist and start fighting with the police.  You knock two of them to the ground, and steal the weapon of the police officer, and then turn to use that weapon against the police, you are going to be shot and likely killed.  The races and genders of anybody involved in such an incident are irrelevant.

N.P.: “Cheat on the Church” – Graveyard BBQ