Blogging About Burnout

Over on Deborah Biancotti's blog, I was asked the question, How do you deal with creative exhaustion?

I answered... and in a single paragraph! Unprecedented!

Man, I'm getting so good at being concise these days. I've managed to boil the last few months-worth of waffle down to, like, three blog entries or something.

*ahem*

Well, I'm busy finishing the second draft of an actual novel, so I have a decent excuse for my blog sloth, no? Give me a few weeks and I'll probably post some behemouthy screed on why I can't be arsed with folks hating on Margaret Attwood. Or something like that.

LAST MINUTE CHANGE

The Universal are apparently lousy fucking cancelling fuckers.
The Eschaton has been relocated to McPhabbs.

Rapture Party

Yes, THE.... Sodomite Hal Duncan!! shall be turning 40 on the 21st October, which is also, according to Harold Camping the END OF THE WORLD. Coincidence or Coming-of-Age? Providence or prophecy fulfilled in the ascension of The Antichrist Himself? Me, I can neither confirm nor deny that my mother's name is indeed Rosemary, or that my true name is in fact that adopted in loving tribute by the Master Therion, the self-styled Great Beast, Aleistor Crowley (but spelled correctly by my parents).

No, you'll just have to join me and find out at my...

INAUGURATION OF THE ESCHATON!

No, wait...

40TH BIRTHDAY PARTY!

Yes, come celebrate the day that will henceforth be known as Duncanmass! Come shelter from the rampaging hosts of fiery angels unleashed upon the earth by the vengeful tyrant, the Great White God, or as I likes to call him, Moby Douche! Come join me in defying the very End of Days!

The heavens may be rolled away, the earth may open up, but we will still be partying, and God help any arselicking archangel who tries to stop us.

There will be sounds! There will be booze! And you know what? If that star called Wormwood really does fall from heaven and turn a third of the waters bitter... there will be free absinthe on tap!

OK, I can't actually promise the last, but I'll be fucking disappointed if Old Nobodaddy doesn't live up to that particular prophecy. Threat? Pshaw! I call that a fucking promise! At very least I want some wine of the wrath of the Lord... a nice red, maybe a Rioja. Cause Rioja's always nice.

So when is it?

Friday 21st October

Where?

Upstairs at The Universal,
57-59 Sauchiehall Lane, Glasgow

What time-ish?

8-ish til close-ish

Come ye and be saved from the fury of the petulant brat deity*. If there's enough of us, we can hold off the heavenly host through the Rapture, the Tribulation and the descent of New Jerusalem from the skies. And then we take the motherfucking Kingdom.

Oh, and if anyone has a trebuchet? Bring it, and let's give those Rapturees a helping hand toward Heaven!

*Warning: Salvation may include being thrown into the everlasting lake of fire.

Awesome