Sunday, January 12, 2003
Kathryn had a dream the other night that she'd discovered a "lost" Death's Little Sister film on the web — me in black and white, in the woods somewhere, singing, topless. I'm pretty sure I've never even told her about that film . . .
I missed an entry yesterday, but, then, there wasn't a great deal to report.
Getting back to work is slow. Distractions are plentiful and seductive. Almost anything at all is more inviting than this keyboard (which developed a sticky "g" key yesterday).
I did get out of the apartment, though, on Friday and Saturday, so that's something. I've begun reading another author's short story collection, which I was asked to write an introduction for. It's always flattering, being asked to write intros and afterwords and suchlike. Anyway, I said I'd do it, if I liked the collection; I like it so far. I'm trying to focus on Murder of Angels and "The Rose Garden," opposite ends of a spectrum, at least, juggling a kitten and a chainsaw, that sort of a trick. No word count to report because I've not written enough words the past two days to bother with counting. I thought I had things moving again, back on the 7th, when I did the first 1,000+ words on "The Rose Garden," but nothing since. I expect it's the mess with SpookyCon and the aborted trip to San Francisco throwing me off. I have to try not to think about that or I just get pissed off again and can't get anything done.
I've been listening to lots of music, looking for that spark that I often find in music. David Bowie's Heathen, Mors Syphilitica's Primrose, VNV Nation's Empires, Coldplay's Parachutes, Diary of Dream's Freak Perfume, plus assorted Rasputina, Flir, Kate Bush, Talk Talk, Soft Cell, Future Bible Heroes, Psychedlic Furs, and Fairport Convention. There has to be a spark in there somewhere.
Thanks to everyone who tuned into Farscape on Friday night at my prompting. I hope you weren't disappointed in "Kansas." It was a great new episode, after the long drought. Next up, "Terma Firma" this Friday night.
Time to go stare at the screen until my eyes begin to bleed or my fingers begin their danse across the keyboard. But I'll sign off today with an optimistic quote from a recent interview with Farscape Executive Producer David Kemper: ". . . have faith that good and righteous unrealized realites can happen if we all lean in the same direction." It's a nice thought at the moment, for a number of reasons. I'm not given to optimism, as most of you know. It's not in my nature and seems intellectually and historically ill-advised, but with the escalating situations in Iraq and North Korea, India and Pakistan, with the Homeland Security thugs and George W. Bush at the wheel, I think I'll be daring for a change. Lean on . . .
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