Sunday, June 15, 2003
Yesterday was a good work day. Maybe it was the invocation of Wordsworth. I did 8 pp. on the screenplay and am now ready for the meeting on Tuesday. Today, it's back to Chapter Five, which I need to get done in the coming week, to avoid falling still farther behind.
Last night, Spooky and I saw the remake of The Italian Job. It's not as good as the 1969 original, but I'll see anything with Ed Norton. And as Spooky put it, it was good mind butter. Last night, my mind was in need of a good buttering.
This afternoon (afternoon now by twenty-three minutes), on the other hand, it's in need of a good, hard jolt of something.
I feel as though I'm thinking through a mist.
Chapter Five, and the rest of Murder of Angels, is waiting somewhere just the other side of the mist. There's no waiting for it to clear. These mists cling and smother. Sooner or later (I think it's later by now), you have to go wandering into them. Which I think is about as far as that metaphor extends.
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