Monday, March 15, 2004
Yesterday is sort of a blur. I made notes for another short story, which will finish up my obligation to the Thrillers II anthology. I researched the history of snow globes. I made notes for an essay on Lovecraft (to be precise, on Lovecraft's perception of deep time as chaotic). And I wrote seven pages on the screenplay, which should make at least one of my agents very happy. I like what the screenplay is becoming. I have no idea if anyone will ever want to produce it, but I am pleased with the places it's going. I've taken "Alabaster" and most of Waycross and some little bits of In the Garden of Poisonous Flowers and am making something new with it all. I spent a lot of the afternoon teaching Final Draft to curse. You'd think a professional screenwriting programme would come already knowing words like "fuck" and "piss" and "shit."
I worked until about 10:20 last night, then played Beyond Good and Evil until about one. Jade and HH are in the slaughterhouse, dodging guards and aliens and trying to rescue Pey'j.
Today promises to be at least as full as yesterday. I'm hoping to get a day off on Wednesday. It would be nice to spend St. Patrick's Day pleasantly drunk in a bar somewhere. Oh, and the new Rasputina disc, Frustration Plantation, will be out on Tuesday, as well, which has Spooky extremely excited.
By the way, my cat lies.
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