Day Two was less of a success. We took Son and Friend to get comic books. We stopped for coffee. Then we did go to the lovely library to "work" (word count: 927). We went out to lunch. We browsed at the bookstore (and ran into Signifying Nothing).
The Devil (aka Middlebrow) decided to buy wine. I will admit that I was the one who insisted on watching "American Idol." (It was Barry Gibb night. Come on!). But then the whole evening was a downhill slide into debauchery and media stimulation.
On the up side, we finished season five of "The Sopranos," so we are out from under that addiction, if only temporarily.
We also watched "Children of Men," which was intriguing and disappointing at the same time. And depressing. If that's the future, then we are going to start planning for our Quietus packs right now. Plus what film so under uses Julianne Moore? I mean really.
But now it's day three. Time to play catch up.
3 comments:
I loved that they killed off Julianne Moore in, like, the first third of the movie! I thought it was proof of . . . well, something, I forget what. Plus, wasn't Clive O. grand? And Michael Caine? Excellent.
As for the writing, you should think of it as training: a hard day, then an easy day. And it's summer, come on. Give over.
I did not know the devil was so good looking, and tall!!! Gotta love the Gibbs man!! Well maybe you could just write more the next day or add a few more words to the remaining days or say screw it, drink more wine and write whenever the hell you feel like it. I'd go for the last choice, but that's just me.
When I was writing the first draft of my novel, I made myself print out the five pages I swore to write each day. I still have them—messy, unintelligible, raw—and the feeling of completion was pretty great.
But that could just be me.
I'm hoping to start revising mine in a month. We should have a competition!
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