Moles Make Mounds/'Round Your Bones/Underground

A Book of Tongues stats: Another rough 2,000 added; third section pretty much achieved; sex scene outlined, complete with moral debate and physical choreography. As ever, have realized that Chapter Thirteen is actually going to be Chapters Thirteen and Fourteen--oh well, no real surprise there. (Though I do think/hope/pray that the chapters from now on will be strikingly less lengthy than the ones in part two, as a rule.)

But now my left foot is swelling up again, and I need to take some drugs if I'm going to go to bed before 2:00 A.M. There's a kind of crunchy sound in that knee when I unfold it--that's bad, right? In general?

Overall, stuff is still really moving forward at a good clip. Let's hope it holds.

Wednesday Already? (Again)

A Book of Tongues: 754 thus far. Homing on on The Scene. It's going pretty good, so far. As I told sovay in yesterday's comments, I've begun thinking of Morrow as Liev Schreiber, aka the real Bear Jew--this definitely helps, in terms of visualization.;)

Since we're on the verge of losing our wonderful highspeed Internet, however--at least for a little while, until Steve can set up an alternative bundle through Rogers--I also spent some time searching for music by Juliette Lewis (both alone, and also with her old band, the Licks). Damn, man...much as people may have trouble with her performance style as an actress (me not necessarily being one of them), that crazy little Scientologist can really sing. And the tracks on her latest, Terra Incognita, are particularly wonderful--great production values, great presentation, genuine depth of emotion and interestingly layered lyrics.

Plus, I managed to find a studio version of her second PJ Harvey cover from Strange Days, "Rid of Me". Both this and "Hardly Wait" constitute two of my all-time favorite music-on-film sequences; they function especially gloriously within context, because they prove outright that her character, Faith, is A) just as talented as Lenny keeps claiming she is and yet B) exactly as toxic as Mace keeps telling him she is. I mean, c'mon! When your idea of an appropriate love-song is either crooning about how you're going to eat a guy's heart and/or howling that you're going to make him lick [your] injuries/'til you say don't you wish you/never, NEVER MET HER/DON'T YOU WISH YOU/NEVER, NEVER MET HER!...well, if I was that guy, I'd be out the door in less than a second. But then again, this is Lenny Nero we're talking about, here.

Which reminds me: I'm still working my way through the original 3:10 to Yuma, by slowish increments. The differences are as striking as the similarities; many of the lines are completely and utterly transposed, but they sometimes seem to have very different undertones. And then there are the odd stylistic/plot choices--having Alice show up in Contention, for example, for no good reason except to put her in immediate danger and have her on hand to act as this Dan's conscience. Ah, the 1950s.

Okay, back to it...

Amended to add: Make that 1,375, and I am taking a "break" (to do laundry, swap out dishes, etc.).