Smoke, Sun, Comics

April 30th, 2005 | mobilesignals

Smoke, Sun, Comics

Kensington Market, Toronto: in the back of a dope cafe, kids sit around,
smoke up and draw comics in the sunshine. This guy drew all the panel
shapes for an eight-page comic before putting down a single interior line.
In my pocket is the small jade buddha pendant he gave me for my daughter.
I didn’t tell him what I do for a living.


I Think It’s Friday

April 30th, 2005 | mobilesignals

I Think It's Friday

The organisers said that they got at least three hundred people through the
door for my talk last night. I was talking from 8.40 to almost 11.
Crashed early, limp dishrag this morning.

Sun’s out. Time to find a street table somewhere and write.

– W


In Toronto

April 29th, 2005 | mobilesignals

In Toronto

The hail and lightning followed me here. The weather is awesomely shitty.
My leg, predictably, is fucking killing me. So here I sit in the hotel
suite, writing. Which I actually find weirdly relaxing. As you can see,
however, there appears to be some kind of observation dome trained on me
from over the street.

Did a TV interview for The Space Channel today, which they made very
smooth, though I’m sure I was crap. Doing the talk tonight, which I’m
going to be even worse at.

My hotel room seems to be the only place in Toronto I can smoke in. It’s
like inland fog in here now.

Back to writing Great Works Of Literature.

– W


God Hates Me

April 27th, 2005 | mobilesignals

Hail is hammering down on the airport. HAIL. And lightning is striking. The sky is grey as a corpse’s knackers and there’s LIGHTNING.

Remember me.

– W


Here We Go

April 27th, 2005 | mobilesignals

Flight delayed three hours. Travel email down. I sense doom.

– W