Thursday, October 09, 2003
I worked yesterday, which seemed to help my mood a bit. Little bits of this and that, things that needed doing, and I added a 504-word scene to Chapter Six of Murder of Angels. I might add a slightly shorter scene to that same chapter today. I expect there will be quite a lot of adding-on with this manuscript as the months pass. It may have small holes here and there that need plugging, bridges that need building, and so forth.
And we are getting ready now to leave for New England, probably on Wednesday. I have grown to detest travel over the years, and the long drive to Rhode Island, while certainly preferable to flying, is a chore. (I'm not afraid of flying. Not at all. But I hate the cramped cabins and all the people and having to breathe that desicated, germ-filled, recirculated air, and I'm too cheap to buy first-class tickets.) That long stretch between Atlanta and Pennsylvania, which will be the first day on the road, is so dreadfully dull. Anyway, too many last minute things to be done.
Last night's episode of Enterprise, "Impulse," demonstrated once again that the series is indeed improving, if only by slow degrees. It's actually become watchable, which I would never have believed possible. The Vulcan zombies were pretty neat. But I have to ask that question that thinking people have been asking of Star Trek for decades: Why insist on sending commanding officers, especially the captian, on virtually every single away team? And I also have to suggest that the plot device of having T'Pol freak out has probably been played for all it's worth, at least for the time being. I say, let the Vulcan keep her cool for a while, unless the show's going to do something interesting, like have her consciously renounce discipline and logic. Anyway, I'll miss next week, but that's probably for the best. The episode centers on Ensign Hoshi Sato, who has, thus far, proven about as exciting as a cold bowl of Cream of Wheat. A shame she won't be killed off horribly and replaced with a sexy, evil, alien something or another. That would be asking too much. Last night's episode of Angel was also a marked improvement over last week's; David Fury's scripting is much preferable to Joss Whedon's.
Spooky read me The Shrinking of Treehorn last night and I slept decently for the second night in a row. Also, Peter Straub sent me a copy of his latest, Low Boy Lost Girl, and maybe I'll take it on the road with us.
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