Another day of miserable weather. Heavy rain. The temperature is currently 44˚F, with the windchill at 41˚F.
I spent yesterday looking for a story I'll hopefully begin today, something for Sirenia Digest 155. I'm pretty sure I've never been so far behind on my writing as I am at the moment. I've got two Dancy stories that need to be written (~20k words!), SD 155, edits on The Red Tree for the long-promised Centipede Press edition, and...other things. I've hardly written a word for the past two months, not since early October. And this wretched weather is not helping.
But I'm taking inspiration from pornography, as has often been the case.
Last night, we watched all ten of the new episodes of The Ranch. It's an odd sort of affair, those ten episodes, an extended reaction to the sacking of Danny Masterson. God, I miss Rooster, and I still hope he will return to the series somewhere farther along. Trying to deal with the character's abrupt departure, and with the derailment of whatever the story was to have been before Masterson was forced out, the series has turned angry and dark and sad. And off balance, struggling to find its footing.*
Spooky's about to head out to the market for groceries. She's braver than I.
At the risk of losing a couple dozen followers, I have to admit it's heartening to see the backlash against attempts to ban "Baby, It's Cold Outside." Maybe there's hope yet.
“The most essential gift for a good writer is a built-in, shockproof, shit detector.” ~ Ernest Hemingway
I leave you with a photograph of P.O. Box 590133, mentioned in yesterday's entry.
Later Taters,
CRK
12:58 p.m. (Thursday)
* I've just learned that the series has been renewed for a fourth season, so at least there's that.
I spent yesterday looking for a story I'll hopefully begin today, something for Sirenia Digest 155. I'm pretty sure I've never been so far behind on my writing as I am at the moment. I've got two Dancy stories that need to be written (~20k words!), SD 155, edits on The Red Tree for the long-promised Centipede Press edition, and...other things. I've hardly written a word for the past two months, not since early October. And this wretched weather is not helping.
But I'm taking inspiration from pornography, as has often been the case.
Last night, we watched all ten of the new episodes of The Ranch. It's an odd sort of affair, those ten episodes, an extended reaction to the sacking of Danny Masterson. God, I miss Rooster, and I still hope he will return to the series somewhere farther along. Trying to deal with the character's abrupt departure, and with the derailment of whatever the story was to have been before Masterson was forced out, the series has turned angry and dark and sad. And off balance, struggling to find its footing.*
Spooky's about to head out to the market for groceries. She's braver than I.
At the risk of losing a couple dozen followers, I have to admit it's heartening to see the backlash against attempts to ban "Baby, It's Cold Outside." Maybe there's hope yet.
“The most essential gift for a good writer is a built-in, shockproof, shit detector.” ~ Ernest Hemingway
I leave you with a photograph of P.O. Box 590133, mentioned in yesterday's entry.
Later Taters,
CRK
12:58 p.m. (Thursday)
* I've just learned that the series has been renewed for a fourth season, so at least there's that.
- Current Location:Birmingham, Alabama
- Current Mood:blegh
- Current Music:Bruce Springsteen, "Dancing in the Dark"
Comments
*edited 'cause I was in the quick comments and accidentally hit enter prematurely XD
Edited at 2018-12-08 04:47 pm (UTC)
I had also wondered where the story arc was supposed to go before Rooster's departure - thinking the baby, etc, would make it... well, not like this! Rainy, cold wkend, I guess it'll be my binge TV. Seeing Sam Elliot and Debra Winger broken w. grief may change my decision to finish this wkend.
Speaking of PO Boxes, where might one send cards to you if they were so inclined to do so?
What disheartens me is the black-and-white, almost Cultural Revolution air of "If you disagree with one side about one issue, that means you are a card-carrying member of the other side." I don't take terrible umbrage with the idea of re-evaluating popular songs, I just find it hard to understand what things are exempt from analysis. And I've never, ever found myself on the side of banning anything, much less certain types of music. It smacks far too much of the Tipper Gore/Parents Music Resource Center grilling rock stars for "satanism" and calling for them to be banned from the airwaves.
On a lighter note, I'm heartily enjoying the Dinosaur Tourist thus far. :)