Results of Ruminations

I saw the movie Anonymous  last night. I'm sure the Internet has sounded off all over this thing, but, as an unabashed Bardolator, I feel like I ought to put down my thoughts. The movie has to be judged in two ways, and neither has anything to do with the other. On the one hand, it is a film--a piece of entertainment and fiction--and ought to be graded and regarded as such. On the other hand, it is a dramatized posit of a hare-brained (pun intended: Shakespeare coined that phrase) conspiracy that has real world parallels. The Film As a film, I liked it well enough. Then again, I like most every film I watch, as I love being able to relax and appreciate the entertainment, so that isn't really a glowing commendation. There were some problems with the acting--the young Queen Elizabeth, in particular, really bothered me. So did the Earl of Essex. There's a way to shout emotionally and there's a way to sound like a moron with a loud voice. Much like the Queen in Snow W...

The boys went to a movie this morning with their mom. So I left the house and went down to UVU to try to do some writing. See, I'm over halfway done with version 1.5 (version 1 is the rough draft; 1.25 is the read through; 1.5 is the pen and writer's group edits; 2.0 is what I enter into the computer. I just made those up.) and I'm getting a little weary of not writing. It's not as bad as when I simply haven't the time or the ability to focus. Those are "writer's blocks" that I can't really control. They lead to a cranky me, that's for sure. But the edits keep me involved enough with the story that I've been okay not writing anything new. Obviously I don't want to start a new project--that would be killer for me, as I don't have the discipline to do two at once. I tried that before, and I still  haven't finished my 2.25 for Words of the Silenced  (I'm about 90% through the read through of 2.0, and it sits on my Kindle, pat...

I've been chipping away at Writ in Blood  pretty consistently for the last month or so, almost always hitting the two-chapters-a-day goal. I missed a weekend here or there, and the Fourth proved fruitless--though filled with explosions, which, y'know, makes up for it--but on the whole I've been pretty consistent. I'm getting pretty sick of this story, let me just say. Because I spent time watching the film version of Coriolanus  yesterday, I had to make up for it by working all the way up to midnight in order to hit the two-chapters-a-day minimum. Why does it take so long, you ask? And even if you didn't, I'll pretend that you did, since that's what I wanted to document today. Taking it in manageable chunks is one of the reasons that I'm set up the way that I have described. If I push through until I get bored, I would have a day or two of frantic work and then a week or two in between that would see no effort on it at all. Manic-depressive methods...