Diary of a Necromancer

OK, um, well, did not mean to leave this hanging for a year and a bloody half, whether or not 2016 sucked dead celebrity balls, but at any rate here Something finally is, and I think I may even have got to some sort of a space where I can at least ignore the Brainweaselly voice pointing out that the drive towards fame and recognition is a mug's reflection of one's formative caregivers not being attentive enough to suit (and here I will redact some remarks-at-length about celebrity culture and the state of politics, because my Brainweasels are probably rabid) and just get the damn work done, even if it may well be the equivalent of deciding to enjoy the fall off the building since what's the alternative? Ahem. So:


( Trevor and Jason, Vignette #59: It's the practicalities I always hate... )

Um, well, yes, at least eight months is better than nine, I guess? And I do swear that a certain reference has been in this section or thereabouts since Muse decided to take this @!##$ing road-trip in the first place lo these couple of years ago now, and not marking recent events as it may now appear. (There was originally another one in a sequence cut from the outset of the trip, which may give one some indication of how much bloody rewriting this stretch has undergone throughout and just why it's been taking so long to get these segments released.) Anyway, for the couple of you who haven't died of old age waiting yet:

( Trevor and Jason, Vignette #57: I know why Jason has looked at every... )

OK, well then, now that we've got the runup to Halloween, or as Inner Trevor calls it, "Let's All Be Racist To The Bloody Vampires Now Why Don't We Month", out of the way (there's a panel idea in that somewhere about the evolution of Acceptable Targets, I think), Muse has, sort of, showed up to work -- this was originally supposed to run into the next part of this scene, but in the interests of not sitting on what's at least half of a coherent thought for another three months, I've made the executive decision to run with this bit now as-is. So.

( Trevor and Jason, Vignette #55: His name's Mick... )

Long Hidden is out today.


If anyone needs me, I'll be over here listening to Inner Jason ribbing Inner Trevor mercilessly about the haircut and suspenders braces.

(I ain't explainin'. You'll just have to go buy the book.)

OK, well then, I'm healthy(er/ish), Mum's healthy, the gas company have finally more or less cleared off, and I'm no longer in waiting-on-news distraction-limbo because the Alleged Story found a home (I believe a couple of the Brainweasels actually exploded there), so, hopefully I now have enough of my spoon-flow redirected into being able to, y'know, sit down and work at more regular intervals than lately...? We shall see.

( Trevor and Jason, Vignette #52: It's too beautiful a day for this... )

I did say during the Advent calendar specials that Jason had a few NDAs he was working around...

( Trevor and Jason, Vignette #50: I open my eyes to... )

Fun with Statistics: see if you can spot the line in this that goes all the way back to the original planning session...

( Trevor and Jason, Vignette #46: Another winter, another cold-and-flu season... )

Aaaand now we come to the scene that I've been dreading since before I actually decided I was writing this, so I may as well just bury the post at an unholy hour and pretend I didn't see it either. Will the last reader to run away screaming please turn off the lights...?

( Trevor and Jason, Vignette #44: We do have coyotes... )

A bit surprised myself to find that Muse has chosen to mark Trevor and Jason's second anniversary with an actual installment of some substance...

( Trevor and Jason, Vignette #42: Jason is doing his organisational-communication homework... )