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Tuesday, January 29, 2019

Pierwalker Log: January 29, 2019

Writing start: 10:42 A.M.
Finish: 3:34 P.M.
Total new words (est.): 300
Edited (est.): 18600 + 6 poems + 1 blurbs
Tasks

1. Failure: 300 new words
Notes: Maybe three more chapters?

2. Book Three Melody: Primary edit number four of chapter thirteen

3. Ant Story: Off

4. Fractalverse V5: First tertiary edit of the third set of six poems

5. Cheapery St. Heroes: BII: Stage three edit of chapter one

6. Rapscallion: Off

7. T-Bag: Primary edit number one of chapter three

8. LOTR: Edit chapter two

Special Projects:  None

Extra notes: One of my all-time favorite films is Unbreakable. It's powerfully inspiring, moving, and beautifully written and directed. It's Bruce Willis' best film, in my opinion, and director M. Night Shyamalan's as well.

Which is why I won't go to see Glass, this year's sequel to it. Unbreakable is such a poignant story for me that my imagination long ago conjured up a "fifteen minutes later" to its end. Glass, from all I've heard of it, destroys that "fifteen minutes later" completely.

I don't care if Glass is considered official canon. That's never mattered to me, especially the more I cherish an original work. If a sequel doesn't align with my "fifteen minutes later," I don't care how lauded it is with critics and the public; I won't see it. It has driven former girlfriends and other close acquaintances crazy. Oh well.

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My thanks again to all of you who are visiting the blog. The pageviews are heading skyward. I appreciate it. I have put a metric ton of love and devotion and blood/sweat/tears into this little blog. I care about it a great deal. It's my digital home. Thanks for dropping by!

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A song that applies strongly to Calliel. And to Quartermane. Disappointed that the album isn't on Spotify.

And some excellent advice from Dave Grohl of the Foo Fighters, equally applicable to writers in its own way. It's about the passion. For far too many writers (and musicians) it's about fame and cash. Fuck that--and while I'm at it, fuck them, too.

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