Monday, August 28, 2006
Rainy and vile
Yesterday was a day of battling the blues. And for no good reason. Just a yelch day.
A writer friend of mine says he believes I’m having the equivalent of “growing pains”. My writing is about to make a leap, and I’m having the discomfort that goes with it. I just hope he’s right. Because I really don’t want to feel like this for long.
Started to read Alan Bennett’s Writing Home, which is fascinating, and continue to read Dawn Powell’s diaries. Also started Calvin Trillin’s Feeding a Yen, which had me laughing out loud.
Typed Chapter 12 of Shallid, which is probably my favorite chapter in the book. Upset because I lost the link to the online Manx dictionary in the “computer repair” and can’t track it down again. So much for a paperless office. I found something that will do, for now.
Found out that Strand shipped a bunch of books I’d ordered but assumed they wouldn’t have. I’ll be glad to have them, but it made me laugh – I couldn’t get some of the ones I longed for, and these – which I do want and need, but gave up on – should arrive tomorrow.
Today needs to be productive with things like laundry, getting more cat food in for the automatic feeders, etc. – but I had an idea on Real late last night that I think will break me out of the corner into which I’ve written myself. So I’m eager to get back to the page.
Skipped the Emmy party I was supposed to attend last night. I just didn’t feel like it. Wrapped up in bed instead. The show itself was so boring I kept switching channels. I ended up watching a chunk of Star Wars: Attack of the Clones, which I’d never seen before. Can I just say that it includes some of the worst acting I’ve ever seen in my life? And I’ve worked off-off-off-off-off Broadway, so I’ve seen plenty of bad acting. The writing was mediocre, but not terrible, but I think they made some major casting mistakes. Natalie Portman pulled it off, and Ewan MacGregor got away with some of it – he commits to whatever he’s doing – but the rest of them? I couldn’t believe a production with that much muscle behind it could fall so short. I could even predict the fight choreography (now, he’s going to turn over and throw the chains over that one’s neck . . .). Big disappointment.
Eventually, I just shut off the TV and went back to Feeding a Yen, which made me laugh all over again.
Now – to work. Got annoyed by yet another set of newbies on a forum going on about how they only write when “they feel like it”. Glad you’ve got a nice little hobby there, kids. I don’t have that luxury. I need to make the time, because I’m a professional, and I’m going to show up at the page whether I want to or not. Fortunately, on most days, I want to, even if I think I don’t in the moment. But that doesn’t always mean it’s easy.
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