MORNING ØUTPUT #22
So this week's Morning Øutput is gonna be a little different. I've been reading Kevin Smith's My Boring-Ass Life for a little while and I'm really kinda digging it. I thought I'd give his format a go. A daily somewhat detailed journal.
It's unedited, messy, and pretty truthful.
Tuesday 5th September 2017
Okay so here we go.
Feeling a little bit sluggish today.
After the phone call with Matt the script guy, I've been thinking a lot about Keith and ways to focus the film more on the protagonist's journey. At the minute we've got a bit of a scattershot thing happening which is one of my writer's ticks. I tend to introduce a ton of disparate elements and then boil them down through the story, which I think CAN work quite well sometimes, but I've overplayed it a bit here. I need to reign it in a little.
So yeah that's what I want to focus on this week. I really want to get a fresh outline to hand to Ben so he can work his magic.
We recorded an episode of Horror Hangout last night all about 28 Days Later. Man, what a great film. Still just as terrifying every time I watch it and the scenes of him walking through the deserted London have an added resonance now that I know the locations so well.
"That's the place I used to grab a Tesco meal deal!"
"That's around the corner from that place where I used to write and drink coffee!"
Got to get my run on today and I'm already feeling a little nervous. It's pissing it down outside and I really don't want to get soaked.
Wednesday 6th September 2017
Okay so here we go.
Got a nice lie in this morning and got up at 6:30. As always I woke to a mix of my snoozed alarm and Alaska's downstairs barking.
Straight up and dressed this morning and feeling pretty refreshed.
Yesterday was a super busy day and the kind of day that makes you think you got a lot done.
Got up in the morning to Alaska's morning barking, journaled, and then headed to work, did some meditating on the bus and read some more of Marcus Aurelius's Meditations. This last part is really starting to go over my head. Not much more to get through before I can finish the book off and start the next non-fiction -- Kevin Smith's Boring-Ass Life -- which I've already been sneak-reading.
Work was busy as me and Edd tried to get on top of everything for an upcoming inspection.
And then after work I headed to a café to drink coffee and work on the new outline for Keith. It's getting there. I know where it needs to be fixed and I'm ploughing away at it.
Then on the way home I got on a call with Dan to talk all things H&C. He's had a great opportunity come up so he may be super busy for the next few months. We also talked about his upcoming KS project, a H&C live-event, and general publishing stuff. All the while he was bathing Bailey and the conversation was occasionally broken up giddy laughs and cries of a bathing baby.
And then home, a quick kiss and a cuddle of Cat, Alaska, and Oscar, before putting my (my smelly) running gear on and heading out for a 2.5 mile run. I listened to Joe Rogan as I really pumped away but didn't manage to beat last week's easy-going 2.5 mile run. Weird that. Sometimes you huff and puff and it makes no difference.
Then home, shower, and to eat Cat's amazing chicken and sweet potato hash whilst watching It's Always Sunny and the Great British Bake Off.
Oh yeah, and we walked Alaska again and we bumped into this giant German Shepherd pup called Harley and the two of them had a good play.
And then we were in bed with a cup of tea and conked out by 10:30.
Gotta say, Alaska is growing into a really sweet and lovely dog. Earlier on she sat on Cat's lap and just chilled whilst we gave her a good cuddle.
Thursday 7th September 2017
Okay so here we go.
Thursday morning. Cranking right through this week.
Got woke at 5:30ish by Oscar as he jumped on me. I went to get him some food but he already had a ton. I showed it to him and he seemed happy with that. Sometimes he just needs a reminder that the food is in the bowl.
Back in bed and then woke again by Alaska at 6:15 yapping because she needed a wee. Downstairs to let her out and then I put the coffee on and to start journalling.
So what happened yesterday?
I read more of Kevin Smith's Boring-Ass Life (which has go me jazzed about journalling again) on the tram to MediaCity and headed into work.
Busy day with one of our boss's down.
Much work done. At lunch I wolfed down a Huel. Although you can't really wolf down a Huel. I guess it was more of a baby goating than anything, bleating as they guzzle at the teats.
And then I quickly edited and published this week's episode of Horror Hangout before going back to work.
Once the dayjob work was done I chilled for a little bit before opening up my Keith outline and spending a pom on it. I really feel like it's getting a lot stronger now. I've been playing with some new ideas and I think it's boiling down the waffle to a really great and solid story.
And then after all that I answered some emails before jumping on the tram. I was just about to stick on an episode of the Joe Rogan show I've been listening to all week (they're like 3 hours long and he publishes 3 episodes a week!) and then I got a call from Cat.
She was in town with her mum eating McFlurries.
So I went to meet them there and surprise, they had haircuts! Cat looked good and fresh. We drove back home, I took Alaska out to the field for a runaround.
Then back home to eat dinner and watch an episode of Curb Your Enthusiasm before heading out to the shop for a last-minute catfood pickup. We maybe could've waited till tomorrow but you have no idea how angry Oscar gets if he has no food.
And then home, a quick haircut, and then into bed where we stuck on an episode of Stewart Lee's Comedy Vehicle before falling asleep.
Friday 8th September 2017
Okay so here we go.
So I climbed out of bed at 4am again to sort Oscar some food, then straight back in bed to catch another couple of hours sleep. As I got in Cat was fidgeting in her sleep and I was getting a little annoyed with it and then a second later she sleep-punched me in the face. I'd like to say it isn't a common occurrence but Cat isn't one for sleeping still.
6am on the dot and Alaska barks until I'm up and out and putting the coffee on.
So yesterday was a busy one again. Got the bus to work, meditated, and read some Kevin Smith's book and listened to Joe Rogan's interview with James Damure. Didn't get any breakfast at home so I picked up one of those cheesy croissants from Pret and headed into work.
Not overly busy but busy enough to not find much chance to do my own stuff. We listened to the Machinarium OST as we worked.
At lunch I nipped out for a 2-mile run which I was NOT looking forward to but didn't mind too much when I was actually out there. Running around the quays used to be such a fun visual thing for me and I seem to have lost some of that. Maybe I need to try some new routes or something. Not too sure.
Then back to work where I crash at around half 4 and feel too tired to do much. I bummed around on emails before finishing at half five. I spend a pom working on the Keith outline which I think is really getting there now.
And then bus home whilst reading and listening to more of the same.
When I got back I took Alaska out and got attacked by either a bat or a tiny bird. Not too sure. It was too dark. Either way, I freaked out and (I'm still not completely sure why) I barked at it before running away with Alaska.
Then back home for this lovely soup Cat made and we chatted and then went to bed, watched Suits and American Horror Story and I fell asleep.
Saturday 9th September 2017
Okay so here we go.
I woke up grumpy this morning. Oscar got me up at 5am to show him where his food was and then Alaska started barking at 6am demanding I let her out for piss-time.
I came downstairs and saw she'd somehow gotten a hold of one of my headphone jack cables and had shredded it to pieces during the night.
Not one for telling her off AFTER the fact, I let her out for a wiz without a fuss or a kiss. Yes, I get passive aggressive with my dog.
Then I put the coffee on, sat and stared at the wall for about fifteen minutes before drinking some morning liberation and bumming around on Youtube and watching a video of a guy saying Millenials are anti-rebellion and actively campaign against free speech, vote in favour of the middle class, and are pro-authoritarianism. He also mentioned a very real inequality within the class system which gets overlooked now.
Better get working on that Bug-Out-Bag. Just in case the millennials come for me.
So yesterday as I said goodbye to Cat (whose new hair was looking particularly pretty) and the animals, I climbed on the bus to the city, meditated/snoozed, and read more of Kevin Smith's book.
I got to MediaCity and opened up the office, decided to have my Huel for breakfast and then cracked on with work.
Let me just say... the day-job is killing me right now. I did my best to plough through but there's still a ton to do and by 4pm I was knackered.
After work, I spent a pom working on the Keith outline and it's really crackling now. Everytime I go over it, it gets tighter and that final act is really ramping up. Though I've come to a bit of a sticky widget with the ending. I've got an ending, but I'm not so sure it's the right one.
And then I put my Derry baseball top on like a good little King fan and headed back into the city to get ready for It.
So I've been VERY excited to see this film. I read the book in June, I now consider myself a Constant Reader, and have been loving all the promo I've seen for it.
And I'll deep dive into the film for the next Horror Hangout recording but here are some quick thoughts (spoilers):
- The kids are fricking great. Richie Tozier was bang on and all the while I was thinking these kids are so funny. Especially Eddie Kaspbrak shouting that his pills are gazebos.
- The film moves so SO fast and although I can see how it would work for It newbies, I kinda missed the slower pace of the novel. The book really develops the relationship with these kids before the hauntings whereas the film pretty much jumps into the hauntings within the first ten minutes.
- Some very creative choices to translate the book to the film. They really did a good job.
- The slideshow scene got me good when Pennywise went all Giant Man.
- That kid who played Georgie almost brought me out in tears... especially in the reunion at the end of the film.
- It wasn't as scary as I would've liked. It was a little too Goosebumps in places.
- I don't quite understand how you can separate out the adult part and make it into a sequel. I totally get that the kids' section works as a standalone story, but the adult part is almost an extra meta-level narrative that in my mind only works when winding down towards the ending simultaneously with the kids' story. Difficult to explain but I need to think this through a little more.
- By the end of the film, I think everyone loved the Losers Club.
- The book is better. I'm sorry but it just is. The book has an added literary meta quality that, understandably, doesn't really translate to film.
- I can't believe I only paid £5 to watch the film. Film tickets are so cheap at that Vue in the Printworks.
- I can't believe I went on my own. That's the problem with moving to a city where you know almost nobody. You get lonely.
After the film was done I grabbed a four-pack of Brewdogs for the weekend (I don't drink much) and got the bus back to Droylsden, walked back home and caught up with Cat as we ate some food.
She then went and did some online gaming guild stuff and I snuggled up to Oscar and fell asleep to the Bon Iver NRP live performance.
Sunday 10th September 2017
Got woken this morning at 5:45am by the two-part harmony of Oscar and Alaska. "Get up!" they sang, "get up you sunna'bitch!"
And how could I refuse?
So I fed Oscar, let Alaska out for a pee, and then sat down at the kitchen table and did my best to zone out and catch another ten minutes of sleep.
And now here I am, a little more coffee'd up, writing this.
Yesterday was a Saturday. One of two of my favourite days of the week. Cat got up pretty early and before doing anything we had a real good tidy up and a clean of the downstairs -- sweeping, mopping, the works. We then drank tea and chilled for a bit before I headed upstairs for a nice warm bath. The heating's not working at the minute and it's getting colder every day.
As I ran it I popped on a new true crime show on Netflix called The Confession Tapes. It's really good and incredibly frustrating how little evidence they have to convict these people to a life in prison. Imagine being put in a cage for the rest of your life because you were pressured into a false confession.
And then I bathed and read and got out and it was STILL raining like hell.
Next up I popped on a Distraction Pieces podcast and took Alaska out for a good long walk where I got soaked in the rain and muddied up to hell.
Came home and sat down to do some company admin stuff for H&C -- Currently compiling a big list of TOS episodes with accompanying story blurbs and wrote some answers for a comic-con Q&A we're doing.
Then onto the Keith outline. I've got what I think is the crux of the story but I'm not convinced by the ending, or the choice the MC makes to end the film. Today's the last day I've budgeted to work on it too.
I'll be honest, as I was reading through some of the outline I started to get a little scared. I don't have a clue how I'm going to film some of these scenes. But I guess that's the next step. I just gotta have faith that I'll figure it out later on. For now I just gotta get the best story I can on the page.
And then I felt super tired so I put Alaska in her crate and went upstairs for a quick snuggle, more Confession Tapes, and a nap that turned into an hour long snooze.
I woke groggy and grumpy. The stairs are completely covered in cat and dog hair and our hoover is a piece of shit. Just something else to put on the to-buy list.
So then me and Cat had a walk up to the shop to grab some butter and milk before heading home to chill. We ordered in some pizza, stuck on Dogma (been in a bit of a Kevin Smith mood), and then fell asleep. At least I did. Cat got up and went to play some of her Mabinogi game and then Oscar climbed up on the bed for a snuggle and we fell asleep.
Monday 11th September 2017
Okay so here we go.
Oscar woke me around the 3:45am mark. I gave him some food, checked the time, and rejoiced as I slipped back into covers, snuggling into the warmth-cocoon. I closed my eyes and the two hours passed in a blink as Alaska woke me with her barking at 5:45am.
I climbed out of bed, let her out for a pee, and put the coffee on. I also noticed the heating hadn't come on. Our boiler is an intermittent piece of shit only wants to work when it feels like it. (Bloody millennials! ;p)
So now I'm up, slurping coffee to warm up.
Anyway, yesterday was crammed. After getting out of bed, I wrote my journal, spent a pom on Keith outlining, before going out for a 3.5 mile run. I listened to a Distraction Pieces episode as I ran. It was an interview with Aisling Bea, talking about grittiness, and emotional health for men.
Once home, Cat was up. We drank tea and played with Alaska for a bit before I hopped on a bus and headed into the city.
First stop was the comic shop to pick up Ryan's Beautiful Canvas and Fabian's Blood Brothers, and then I picked up a guilty McDonalds, and then into Primark for cheap pants and socks and some Harry Potter slippers for Cat.
And then I holed myself up in a book café that I can't remember the name of. Book Café is as good a guess as any.
There I read some of Neil Gaiman's The Ocean At The End Of The Lane and John Lees's Quilte, worked on the outline to Keith (and I think I've gotten it to about as good as I'm going to get it), before writing a letter to a friend I've lost touch with, which was quite difficult to do.
Then the bus home to let Cat try on her HP slippers. They've got little gold snitch's on the heels of them and Alaska was going crazy trying to get them. I guess she just really wanted to win the game.
More tea and a quick snuggle and a nap in bed before I headed downstairs for more Keith work, some podcast work, and then the storms began outside. Full on lightning, thunder, etc, that got me thinking about Hurricane Irma (the bitch!) and how bad it must be over there.
Realising I was pretty out of it by then, I cracked open a Brewdog ale, stuck on episode 13 of Twin Peaks and chilled.
Afterwards, I went upstairs, popped on In The Mouth Of Madness until the sleep came.
And that brings us back to today.
I might do this journal-style of MØ every now and again but will probably be going back to the regular format next week. I don't want to be boring the crap out of you every week! Well, no more than usual anyway.
Until next time,
Luke & Family.