A very frustrating writing day yesterday. I managed only 620 words, about half what I did the day before, and some of those are gonna get cut, I know. Now and then, I have a great deal of trouble getting a story started. It doesn't happen very often. It virtually never happens with two stories in the space of two weeks. But here I've got The Dinosaurs of Mars and "The Apes Wife" and I cannot quite seem to find my way into either one of them. And there are deadlines, and I have to go to Birmingham on Friday for Alabama Bound on Saturday, so I really do not have time for this.
There's not much else to be said for yesterday. The cold was just enough to disuade me from taking a walk. We rented Irving Pichel and Ernest B. Schoedsack's The Most Dangerous Game (1932) from Movies Worth Seeing. This is the film that was made concurrent with the original King Kong, using many of the same jungle sets that were used for Skull Island. Fay Wray and Robert Armstrong play brother and sister, plus it was produced by Merian C. Cooper and scored by Max Steiner, adding more Kong connections. It's a fun and oddly charming film, and Leslie Banks manages to be hilarious and eerie at the same time. Afterwards, we watched still more "making of" stuff from Jackson's 2005 King Kong, then Spooky read to me from The Reptile Room until about 2:45 a.m. That was yesterday.
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Okay. The platypus says I've nothing more to say, and hesheit's pointing to herhisit's wristwatch and tapping at the crystal with a venomous spur. So, back to the word mines.