It seems to be Thanksgiving. This whole year really snuck up on me.
So here I am, sitting on my couch at , Thanksgiving morning. Eating a Cup-o-noodles and watching a Kiefer Sutherland movie on mute. I think it’s called Mirrors. It’s interesting, how much you can understand on body language alone.
Do I often watch movies on Mute? Yeah, I guess I do. When I want to write, but I don’t want to be alone it helps to look up from my screen or paper to see a familiar face. And I do like Kiefer’s face. It’s…comfortable. Like hot chocolate.
I only wrote 4 pages in my novel tonight. The beginning of part II. It’s a start, albeit a slow one. I didn’t get to do much writing at work because the day before a holiday is usually exceptionally hellish and there just wasn’t any time between one problem and the next.
4 pages. It feel like such a small amount. It probably would have been more if I’d hand written it first. For some reason it just flows better that way. Always has. Sometimes I even use a quill and ink because it simply feels good to write that way. And I like the smell of the ink. Though I must admit, it can be difficult to use a feathered quill when you have kitties.
Ugh…4 pages. The material is good. I think. Sometimes I wish I could just plug something into my brain and download the universes that are swirling around in there. But I guess if it were that easy, I wouldn’t love to write so much. What’s life without a challenge?
I agree. I love to write but there is soo much wanting to get out that they all cram up so nobody gets out. I am enjoying your blog. I miss you. As I read these Blurbs of your life I can see you and I read it the way you would say it to me.
ReplyDeletePS I do have your DVD from The chacons, I will need to deliver it someday. :)