Saturday, April 03, 2004
Reason #862 that I am a bitter geek: Sci-Fi drops Farscape, in part because the network claims that space-travel oriented series filled with aliens and futuristic hardware can't attract a larger viewership (which, of course, is all that matters), then they scarf up the painfully mediocre Gene Roddenberry's Andromeda (which, one should note, the late Gene Roddenberry really had nothing to do with), a space-travel oriented series filled with aliens and futuristic hardware.
I guess brilliant mainstream programming like Tremors: The Series and Mad, Mad House weren't the quick fixes Bonnie Hammer had hoped they'd be.
Anyway...
Yesterday, I wrote 1,210 words on "The Daughter of the Four of Pentacles." I'd hoped, originally that this would be a shorter story than the last few that I've written, but already it's demonstrated that I may as well want in one hand and spit in the other (I'm not exactly sure what that means, but my grandfather used to say it all the time). I figure if it comes in under 10K words, I'll be lucky. Presently, it stands at 3,827 words and feels like it's just getting started. I don't know if this is a lack of artistic discipline or just evidence that I'm writing very different sorts of stories than I was writing in the mid-nineties. Maybe it's a little of both. Oh, and I have officially bowed out of writing the Lovecraft essay for Studies in Modern Horror. Unfortunately, with two short stories and a novel proposal due in April, and the Alabaster screenplay, there just wasn't time.
Last night, Spooky and I indulged wholeheartedly in our Friday night tradition, Kid Night. Kid Night includes eating kid food, which is generally high in starch, yellow and/or brown, and quickly prepared — fishsticks, mac and cheese, and frozen French fries are all examples of kid food. We are also permitted to eat the sugary stuff we try to avoid during the week, and we watch horror and sci-fi films. Last night's Kid Night double feature was Gojira vs Mekagojira (1993) and The Lost Continent (1968). The latter, a bizarre William Hope Hodgson meets The Love Boat sort of a thing, came to mind because of a scene I wrote yesterday. I hadn't seen it since I was a kid; 1972, I think. Not the best Hammer film ever made, by a long shot, but there are some nicely creepy shots of the Sargasso Sea, a few lines of utterly hilarious dialogue, and Big Silly Monsters. Kid Night needs little else (except the aforementioned starchy food).
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