Back to running a 10 minute mile, but dang does 85 degrees feel hot. I figure three miles at a time during the summer, when I have to run more and play less disc, is probably good.
Been Twittering. Giving that up. It’s less like writing, more like reporting. And if I’m going to report, it might as well be here.
Completely unmotivated at the moment.
So, we lost on Thursday. Our season is done. We were missing Tom and Eric Iverson. They had Al and Gretchen, both in good form. Their whole team played well and had some lucky breaks. Al told me afterward that was the best they’ve played all league. We had the worst game of our season. On a personal level, that’s what bums me out the most. I had had good season. Until that game. Gretchen scored on me three times. I threw the first turnover of the game. The season felt short too. We had two games rained out and no plans for a good VOTS party. I’ll probably go watch finals for both days, but that’s a week away. And I’m down to one game of disc a week…
The ants may be gone. Didn’t see any late last night or this morning.
Whadda ya mean 300 isn’t a chick flick???
Thing is, while 51% of the movie-going audience is women, none of the US top 25 of all time is exactly a chick flick…except for Titanic at #1. While the effects were spectacular, it was the female audience that lapped up the romance angle to the tune of $600 million. The best way to make money in movies is to hit a sweet spot: films that are palatable to more than one demographic. The rest of the top 25 is mainly movies that adults and *kids* can enjoy, but not the sappy-crappy-family-movie kind. Chick flicks aren’t getting made because they’re only getting 51% of the movie-goers. Adventure movies are being made because not only will men and boys go, but a good portion of the women will too, putting that percentage far beyond 51%. Film makers go where the money is, and you can’t fault them for that.
This site is pretty cool: Fast Food: Ads vs. Reality
And that KFC bowl-thing was exactly the kind of thing I was craving the other day. Alas, 4.5 grams of trans fat per bowl.
That or Black-Eyed Pea’s shepherd’s pie. Oh, so tasty. Alas, no more Black-Eyed Pea in Arizona.
Book #10 – Out are the Lights by Richard Laymon
From reading Laymon’s A Writer’s Tale, I remembered that there had been problems with the books he had published through Warner Books after The Cellar. I remembered that one of the books had suffered from a terrible line editor and one had been the victim of a terrible cover. Out are the Lights is the latter. Story goes, from Laymon himself, that he used to tape note cards over the back cover to block out the pithy “teaser” because it gives away the whole book. And it does, though a reader really doesn’t know that until the very end of the book. After having read the back cover I spent most of the book very confused. None of the things mentioned on the back were happening. Basically, I just shrugged it off and read.
In hopes of giving away less than the back cover, it must be said that the book follows two story lines that don’t converge until the very end. And we’re talking the…very…end. Not fifty pages from the end, but five. For me, this didn’t work, probably because there was no indication that many of the events were taking place separately. I kept looking for ties, spent effort trying to find ties, and of course there are none. There’s also a gimmick. I don’t understand why the gimmick was kept for the reader for so long. I didn’t need to be. Didn’t buy the character of Connie either, but I’m a bit of a stickler when it comes to the physical abilities of women. Even with the proper training (and Connie isn’t given enough grounding in that training, in my opinion), a woman is going to have a hard time overcoming a man, much less several men.
Craft-wise (Lesson 5 we’ll call it):
Laymon doesn’t repeat much. He uses shorter sentences during action and tension scenes, but varies sentence length greatly in those cases. For fright, he relies on the horrific action that is occurring. He doesn’t embellish, just lays it out.
All in all, Laymon is sparse with description, something I think you can get away with when writing contemporary, earth-bound novels. One thing I envy about his style is the lack of dialogue tags. He writes damn good diagloue, so snappy, you always know who’s talking.
Children are just naturally annoying, aren’t they? Good enough reason for me not to have one. (My neighbor has a daughter that visits and is currently stomping on the balcony. Headphones are a great thing, but it’s going to stop by the time I go to bed. In two hours.)
Been rewriting. It’s good. It’s time-sucking and tiring. It also makes me just want to be a hermit. We’ve started playing EverQuest again on the weekends because Eric and I have been so mentally deflated by the time the weekend comes around. Today, I’m slimming down scene 19.
Wish I had some chewing gum.
In response to comments made by the vice-president of SFWA, author Jo Walton declared today to be International Pixel-Stained Technopeasant Day. The point is to promote ourselves as writers by offering up some free fiction for the good readers of the world with hopes that maybe a reader or two will later purchase our works. I’m neither a member of SFWA nor a published author, but I am happily pixel-stained. Here’s my contribution to Pixel-Stained Technopeasant Day: “Maids” and “Pas de Chat.” Both short stories are available as PDFs on my webpage (http://members.cox.net/katherinenabity/writing.htm).