Slipping in my faith until I fall
Day one of my two-day weekend and I haven't done much at all. I went by my old office to return a key, and unsuccessfully looked for rice flour at Raley's. Besides that... well, that's pretty much it. Some reading*, and way too much snacking because my parents bought the jalapeno-artichoke dip from Costco that I love.
*I got two Ruth Rendell mysteries at the last Antioch book sale because they sounded interesting. Today I started "The Veiled One," about a social worker who is found murdered in a parking garage**. I didn't realize they were British mysteries, which I thought I didn't like; certainly, I really don't like Agatha Christie. This novel seems pretty good-ish.
**Since I already brought up the subject: Apparently there's a scary movie about a parking garage coming out called P2. Gulp. Did I ever mention my phobia about parking garages? Well, I have one... which I guess means I have to go see this when it comes out. I'm definitely going to have to recruit someone else to go with me though!
Other movie junk: I would have gone to see "Hitman" if they hadn't forced Timothy Olyphant to shave off his beautiful hair. I get that he has a barcode on his head, or whatever, but couldn't they put it on his neck or something? (Or, to be a bit naughty; his ass, just so we could ensure a nice moment of male nudity?***)
***Good lord, I'm wearing out the asterisks tonight! But "male nudity" reminded me that the new season of "Nip/Tuck" started last night and we got a good look at the main reason for the show's existence (or at least the reason I watch it): Julian McMahon's cute little bum. Really though, it seemed like a pretty strong episode, especially after the too-ridiculous last season. I like Lauren Hutton as a cynical publicist, and Daphne Zuniga as a "middle aged" actress reluctant to succumb to Hollywood's youth obsession.
Now tomorrow, I've got some serious work to do as NaNoWriMo is starting. The info about my novel below is taken verbatim from my MySpace blog, because I'm trying to reserve my creative energies for the next thirty days. Also, I'm lazy.
This postcard that was featured on PostSecret some time back kind of inspired me - but my novel is not about 9/11 at all. It's about a pair of lovers (I don't even know their names, yet) who take advantage of a devastating fire in their hometown to disappear and start new lives elsewhere. Years later, the woman hears some news about the daughter she left behind that drives them to return.
Is this "Lifetime movie of the week" melodramatic enough for you? More than enough, for me... but I'm determined to have fun writing it anyway. It certainly can't be any worse than my first NaNo attempt in 2004. I'm totally over serial killers, at least as a writer.
*I got two Ruth Rendell mysteries at the last Antioch book sale because they sounded interesting. Today I started "The Veiled One," about a social worker who is found murdered in a parking garage**. I didn't realize they were British mysteries, which I thought I didn't like; certainly, I really don't like Agatha Christie. This novel seems pretty good-ish.
**Since I already brought up the subject: Apparently there's a scary movie about a parking garage coming out called P2. Gulp. Did I ever mention my phobia about parking garages? Well, I have one... which I guess means I have to go see this when it comes out. I'm definitely going to have to recruit someone else to go with me though!
Other movie junk: I would have gone to see "Hitman" if they hadn't forced Timothy Olyphant to shave off his beautiful hair. I get that he has a barcode on his head, or whatever, but couldn't they put it on his neck or something? (Or, to be a bit naughty; his ass, just so we could ensure a nice moment of male nudity?***)
***Good lord, I'm wearing out the asterisks tonight! But "male nudity" reminded me that the new season of "Nip/Tuck" started last night and we got a good look at the main reason for the show's existence (or at least the reason I watch it): Julian McMahon's cute little bum. Really though, it seemed like a pretty strong episode, especially after the too-ridiculous last season. I like Lauren Hutton as a cynical publicist, and Daphne Zuniga as a "middle aged" actress reluctant to succumb to Hollywood's youth obsession.
Now tomorrow, I've got some serious work to do as NaNoWriMo is starting. The info about my novel below is taken verbatim from my MySpace blog, because I'm trying to reserve my creative energies for the next thirty days. Also, I'm lazy.
This postcard that was featured on PostSecret some time back kind of inspired me - but my novel is not about 9/11 at all. It's about a pair of lovers (I don't even know their names, yet) who take advantage of a devastating fire in their hometown to disappear and start new lives elsewhere. Years later, the woman hears some news about the daughter she left behind that drives them to return.
Is this "Lifetime movie of the week" melodramatic enough for you? More than enough, for me... but I'm determined to have fun writing it anyway. It certainly can't be any worse than my first NaNo attempt in 2004. I'm totally over serial killers, at least as a writer.
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