Poking my head out for a sec. This next part will last longer and be more disconnected. I've been checking in on everybody if not always commenting. I have to discipline myself to stay out of the fights I get into with conservatives (read: obtuse assholes). It's a perfect waste of everybody's time.
Almost done with a book, The Lost City of Z. The more you read about Z the more it'll draw you in - so be careful with that link if you have any intellectual curiosity at all. Apparently Brad Pitt has obtained the story for a movie with a tentative release date of 2012. I'd like to see somebody with a little more weightiness take it on but money talks I guess. If he makes this into another Temple of Doom I will hate his living guts forever. I'm already no fan of his over-rated, goggle-eyed wife.
There was a guy who said that when you're writing always leave the work when you still have something to say. That seems counter-intuitive but it works. Now if I can stop myself from loathing 30% of what I did the day before I'd get somewhere.
You know when you're sitting there and out of the corner of your eye it looks like someone is walking into the room and you turn around and nobody's there? That just happened two seconds before I wrote this part down. I'm not sure what world I'm in anymore.
It's pointless to say "this is what I decided" and "this is what it's all about" anymore. The fourteenth version of the same God damned story is now in full swing. You wouldn't recognize it. Neither do I.
I'd like to stay dark until actual query letters go out. I don't think I have the discipline, but from this point on I'm going to try. Maybe I'll show a little backbone. I'm such a noodle.
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That book does look interesting. Yours too. And I'm one of those people who thinks that Brad Pitt is a much more interesting actor than his public persona would suggest. From 12 Monkeys to Fight Club to Snatch to that Jesse James flick and Benjamin Button...the guy can rake. Then there is the awful stuff. Troy, Mr. & Mrs. Smith, The Mexican...guy needs a paycheck.
Overall I like his stuff too. He just makes me nervous. There's no need - absolutely no need - to "Hollywood up" this story. You tell it like it is and it would be hair-raising enough. Here's hoping.
I'm saving the link for AFTER I write my comment.
You being a noodle made me laugh and laugh. :) You are so NOT a noodle.
Now go write.
"You know when you're sitting there and out of the corner of your eye it looks like someone is walking into the room and you turn around and nobody's there?"
not since i stopped partying so heavily.
You should know that every now and then I'll write a post on something politically incendiary and feign middle of the road-ness, with the specific hope that you'll show up and tell everyone who disagrees with me to go to hell. Because, really, deep down inside, past all the we can all just get along stuff... I'm a lot like you. Just younger. And a female.
Also, my grandmother told me that if you think you see someone out of the corner of your eye, it's an evil spirit or a jinn.
God, that woman could be mean.
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