I just found out about Vampire Moths the other day. WTF?! It's worse than the Lunesta death moth!
Wednesday, March 3, 2010
(Un)Real
I've got a few "real-life" (e.g., general fiction, adult contemporary [?]) books in my head right now, rotating against a couple of fantasy books. I'm not sure which I'm going to do right now. I've wrestled with a lot of painful stuff over the past couple of years, and so part of me craves the escapism of the fantasy novel, to craft something beautiful and fanciful; but because I'm wrestling with that stuff, too, part of me wants to address that in "real" stories, too, in hopes that people can perhaps benefit from that, and maybe because I feel like I need to get that out of my head so I can face life cleanly.
I'll do both, eventually, but am unsure which I'm going to do first, yet. I'm just in an unproductive and painful place right now, and while I know that my writing will make me feel better, I also dread the emotional and intellectual commitment to get it rolling. The real-world story will flay my heart; it just will lay it all bare. I'm not one to step back from that kind of stuff, believe me; whereas the fantasy book would just be fun (and I'm in dire need of fun right now). I'm going to try to get my feet under me again and start up again -- the Olympics threw me off-kilter!
Fuck it.
I'll flip a coin and decide.
Heads: Real world novel.
Tails: Fantasy novel.
Heads. So be it.
Real-world novel, here I go! Note that a coin toss doesn't imply "flippancy" (ar ar) on my part; rather, I'm equally capable of doing either type of book -- I just can't decide which I should do first.
I'll keep you posted.
I'll do both, eventually, but am unsure which I'm going to do first, yet. I'm just in an unproductive and painful place right now, and while I know that my writing will make me feel better, I also dread the emotional and intellectual commitment to get it rolling. The real-world story will flay my heart; it just will lay it all bare. I'm not one to step back from that kind of stuff, believe me; whereas the fantasy book would just be fun (and I'm in dire need of fun right now). I'm going to try to get my feet under me again and start up again -- the Olympics threw me off-kilter!
Fuck it.
I'll flip a coin and decide.
Heads: Real world novel.
Tails: Fantasy novel.
(flipping coin)
Heads. So be it.
Real-world novel, here I go! Note that a coin toss doesn't imply "flippancy" (ar ar) on my part; rather, I'm equally capable of doing either type of book -- I just can't decide which I should do first.
I'll keep you posted.
Blame It On Rio
Looks like they're already catching the Olympic spirit in Rio. I know they're hosting the Summer Olympics, but here's the Brazilian take on curling...
Grounded
Back in the daily grind.
Back's aching (right-hand side, for some reason, going right up my mid-back).
Toe stub tally for March: 2. Both this morning. I all but punted a footstool this morning, kicking it in the dark, nailing my middle toes on my right foot. Even Exene piped up "Ow. That sounded painful." from her perch on the sofabed as I staggered through the living room. And then, I stubbed my LEFT foot later this morning, walking from the kitchen to the boys' bedroom. I swear, I need to get titanium slippers. I am always stubbing my toes.
I think I need to get one of these:
http://www.amazon.com/The-Stick-Original-Body/dp/B000P7RSL2
I tried one of them the other day, and it felt so good! Then again, I'm never one to pass up a massage (giving or receiving, it's all good). That "massage science" has advanced to allow something like "The Stick" to exist, so much the better. Simple concept, great execution.
I watched "Zombieland" again, and I think the best thing about it is the opening credits, in terms of darkly comedic punch (I particularly like the zombie stripper chick with the tassled tits chasing after the terrified businessmen, and the Bar Mitzvah meltdown)
The rest of the movie isn't nearly as edgy as the opening might lead you to believe -- it's more like a cute romantic comedy that happens to have a zombie or two in it. Not that it's not funny in parts, because it is; it's just that the FUNNY wasn't the main purpose of it, so it doesn't really count as a comedy in my book. The main narrative purpose of the movie is getting Columbus laid, of him ending up with his super-cool babe (we're supposed to believe she's super-cool, but there's nothing particularly cool about Wichita; she just seems cool relative to the nebbishy Columbus).
In fact, you can see the screenwriters forcibly having Wichita take to Columbus about two-thirds of the way into the movie. I mimed furiously typewriting in the air while watching it, saying "Must have love interest chick fall for protagonist!" demonstrating the Will of the Writer imposed on the character of Wichita, turning her, in effect, into a Columbus-liking zombie. Ha!
Back's aching (right-hand side, for some reason, going right up my mid-back).
Toe stub tally for March: 2. Both this morning. I all but punted a footstool this morning, kicking it in the dark, nailing my middle toes on my right foot. Even Exene piped up "Ow. That sounded painful." from her perch on the sofabed as I staggered through the living room. And then, I stubbed my LEFT foot later this morning, walking from the kitchen to the boys' bedroom. I swear, I need to get titanium slippers. I am always stubbing my toes.
I think I need to get one of these:
http://www.amazon.com/The-Stick-Original-Body/dp/B000P7RSL2
I tried one of them the other day, and it felt so good! Then again, I'm never one to pass up a massage (giving or receiving, it's all good). That "massage science" has advanced to allow something like "The Stick" to exist, so much the better. Simple concept, great execution.
I watched "Zombieland" again, and I think the best thing about it is the opening credits, in terms of darkly comedic punch (I particularly like the zombie stripper chick with the tassled tits chasing after the terrified businessmen, and the Bar Mitzvah meltdown)
The rest of the movie isn't nearly as edgy as the opening might lead you to believe -- it's more like a cute romantic comedy that happens to have a zombie or two in it. Not that it's not funny in parts, because it is; it's just that the FUNNY wasn't the main purpose of it, so it doesn't really count as a comedy in my book. The main narrative purpose of the movie is getting Columbus laid, of him ending up with his super-cool babe (we're supposed to believe she's super-cool, but there's nothing particularly cool about Wichita; she just seems cool relative to the nebbishy Columbus).
In fact, you can see the screenwriters forcibly having Wichita take to Columbus about two-thirds of the way into the movie. I mimed furiously typewriting in the air while watching it, saying "Must have love interest chick fall for protagonist!" demonstrating the Will of the Writer imposed on the character of Wichita, turning her, in effect, into a Columbus-liking zombie. Ha!
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