Saturday, February 28, 2004
Yesterday wasn't so bad. I did 1,135 words on "Rappaccini's Dragon" in about two hours. Which was a great relief after the way things went on Thursday and Wednesday. I needed an "easy" day, a day when I don't have to beg every syllable into being. This story has such insistent, inconvenient ambition. The "story" a the root of it all is strange, but simple enough, but I'm presenting it to the reader via the mind of someone who's already lived through it (hence, the first-person narration). I'm attempting to do this in such a way as to bestow upon the reader a similar fumbling-about-blinded-by-the-light experience to that which the fictional author, the narrator, is having. A day or so ago, it occurred to me that this story has been inspired by an R.E.M. song, "Belong". There's always a certain thrill, and a certain disquiet, at discovering an inspiration after the fact.
I need to wash my hair before I start writing, so I'll make this short today.
Last night, we watched Zeiramu and Gojira, Mosura, Kingu Gidora: Daikaiju Soukougek, because I was in the mood for big, weird Japanese monster movies. The latter, from 2001, may actually be my second favorite Godzilla movie after the original 1954 film. It's darker and has more menace to it than most Toho monster films. Afterwards, it was Ratchet and Clank: Going Commando, and I was sooooooo thinking I'd reached the end, because we made it through the MegaCorp factory and found Angela and the original protopet, but then frelling Mr. Fizzwidget turns out to be Captain Quark in disguise and we wind up with this giant fire-breathing protopet and....
Never mind. I'm going to wash my hair now.
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