Monday, July 17, 2017

Monday Was The Case

Why did this 'bot take the plunge? Monday, most likely.

In other news:

I'm saddened by the loss of George Romero, although he hadn't produced anything watchable in decades. Still, he is firmly in my top ten filmmakers and his "Night of the Living Dead," "Dawn of the Dead," and "Creepshow" among my treasured films. Here's a link to Edgar "Shaun of the Dead" Wright's tribute.

We also lost Martin Landau. From my childhood favorite "Mission Impossible" through, well, all of the films you know, Martin Landau was a part of my life and a great talent who will be missed.

In happier news, I finally have my two greatest wishes for "Dr. Who". 1) A female Doctor and 2) a new showrunner. Honestly, as much as I enjoyed Capaldi's Doctor, and Missy, I'd quit suffering Moffat's run a while back, and I'm hoping that the new showrunner can get me pulled back in. Or not. There's too much great television right now, although I'll always have a spot for a good trip with The Doctor.

Oh, and my mental hiatus has included binge watching Orphan Black. Love. It. So. Much.


Sunday, July 16, 2017

My Spirit Animal Says "Hey"

I've been busy and tired. I haven't even wanted to write in weeks, although I still get the odd idea to jot down. Like most, I have my moods. This one will pass, and I'll be back at it in the wee spare hours.

It hasn't been the heat. It's been the humidity. Ugh. Having the laptop on me is too much. I need a remote neural interface.


Sunday, June 25, 2017


There's been a lot of life in my life of late, and a lot less writing. The life's been great, mostly, but I've missed the writing. It had reached the point where I was dreaming about my fingers hitting keys.

Also, I was at a loss for a weekly update on this blog, unless I was going to write something about writing withdrawal symptoms.

Then, this morning, I had a revelation about a story with which I'd been wrestling for a few years. Recently, I'd completed a third and quite different draft of the story which had addressed issues I'd had with the previous two, also quite different, drafts. I'd tried writing it from different perspectives. I'd tried three different settings, three different tones, and three different character sets yet no one version had fixed everything. The story I'd wanted to tell had continued to elude me.

In the dawn between slumber and waking it occurred to me that I had been doing a baby and bathwater bit on myself. So, when life gave me a break today, I took those three drafts and merged them into one draft. While it's a bumpy read at the moment, I can see the potential. I'm pleased with the tonal shifts, and the characters change or grow throughout their history in the tale.

This, my friends, is why writers never throw anything away.

Another merge happened when I got out of bed and took a peek at my FaceBarf feed. Good old CN had posted a link from The Guardian which gave me some needed insight into one of my characters and her motivations. Everything seems to be coming together like a zipper.

Now, if I can find the time to merge it further into a smooth narrative, it'll be ready for my beta readers.

Wednesday, June 14, 2017

Still In Love With Every Word

"Outside, the sun arises from its cradle in the tree-tops of the forest. Shadows of pines are dreams the sun shakes from its eyes. The sun arises. Gold-glowing child, it steps into the sky and sends a birth-song slanting down gray dust streets and sleepy windows of the southern town." - Jean Toomer, Cane