Six Days And Counting
Mar. 25th, 2015 01:31 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
handful_ofdustI've spent the last three days getting emotional beats for the climax of Experimental Film handed to me by my brain, but very slowly and out of order, so that I have to keep shuffling shit around to make them work. I also just remembered last night that I have a fundraiser concert for Echo Women's Choir on Saturday as well as my writers' group on Sunday, so yeah, gotta step it up. I've already done 1,275 words today, though, so things aren't as bad as they might be.
Sunday is the season finale for season Five of The Walking Dead, and once again I find myself in the possibly unenviable position of not hating EVERY FUCKING THING THAT HAPPENS as much as the people around me. I mean, let's face it--if I quit the show every time a favourite character of mine died, I'd already be gone since halfway through Season Four. And God knows crapsack worlds are not usually my thaaang, so possibly it's just my nethers talking, but no, I'm not quitting just yet.
From the lovely cafenowhere, meanwhile, this quote about A Rope of Thorns, handily reminding me why I put myself through this writing bullshit in the first place:
Also reading: A Rope of Thorns, Book 2 of the Hexslinger series, by Gemma Files. I laughed at the book's dedication to Files' husband. I cooed over the epigraphs, and then I quick-slipped back into this 'verse I absolutely LOVE. In the wake of the Sacks book, I can't help but marvel over the hallucinogenically elaborate images spilling from the pages. So many awe-inspiring details. The gods and monsters will gobble you up while you stand in slack-jawed wonder at their terrible beauty.
Okay, back to it.
Sunday is the season finale for season Five of The Walking Dead, and once again I find myself in the possibly unenviable position of not hating EVERY FUCKING THING THAT HAPPENS as much as the people around me. I mean, let's face it--if I quit the show every time a favourite character of mine died, I'd already be gone since halfway through Season Four. And God knows crapsack worlds are not usually my thaaang, so possibly it's just my nethers talking, but no, I'm not quitting just yet.
From the lovely cafenowhere, meanwhile, this quote about A Rope of Thorns, handily reminding me why I put myself through this writing bullshit in the first place:
Also reading: A Rope of Thorns, Book 2 of the Hexslinger series, by Gemma Files. I laughed at the book's dedication to Files' husband. I cooed over the epigraphs, and then I quick-slipped back into this 'verse I absolutely LOVE. In the wake of the Sacks book, I can't help but marvel over the hallucinogenically elaborate images spilling from the pages. So many awe-inspiring details. The gods and monsters will gobble you up while you stand in slack-jawed wonder at their terrible beauty.
Okay, back to it.
