Writing start: 10:24 A.M.
Finish: 2:44 P.M.
Total new words (est.): 500
Edited (est.): 14200 + 6 poemsTasks
1. Failure: Off till 3/16
2. Book Three Melody: Read-through of chapter fourteen
3. Ant Story: Primary edit number two of chapter five
4. Fractalverse V5: First stage edit of the fifth set of six poems
5. Rapscallion: Off
6. LOTR: Primary edit number five of chapter six
Notes: I'll post it after its last primary edit tomorrow!
7. Angel: Book Three: Off till 3/16
8. T-Bag: 500 new words
Notes: I can see the end of this chapter, which should come in at around 3K words.
Special Projects: Transcribing Montaigne: off; work on "Becoming"
Extra notes: I just need to repeat, yet again, that Person of Interest is a great series. Michael Emerson is one of my very favorite actors. And I find myself liking Jim Caviezel more and more. (I haven't been a big fan in the past.)
The manufactured furor by pathetic, wimpy, overprivileged white boys regarding the recent release of Captain Marvel, which stars--gasp!--a woman, as well as Paul Krugman's recommendation of it on his Twitter feed, has got Kye and me sufficiently interested in seeing it. Initially we were going to pass. There's a good chance we'll try to catch the Friday matinee, provided, of course, that the movie is playing in Brookings.
As a middle-aged white man, I must say without reservation just how ashamed I am at these idiots. Talk about over-sensitive! Talk about being "snowflakes"! Talk about hurting their wee wittle feewings! They're like a roomful of shrieking toddlers, for Christ's sake!
But they feel empowered, you know, because "their boy" is squatting his orange ass in the Oval Office (entirely illegitimately, of course), and he is their biggest megaphone, so they feel they can speak up and somehow be relevant.
They aren't. And I pray with every fiber of my being that very soon he won't be either; that soon (soon, please God, soon!) his fat orange ass will be covered by a similarly colored prison jumpsuit. Size XXXXXXXXXXXXL, of course.
If we see Captain Marvel, I'll let you know.
Cobra Kai's highly anticipated second season airs April 24. I've watched the trailer a dozen times now. Kye and I can't friggin' wait.
If you haven't caught the first season, you are seriously missing out on some of the best television you'll ever see. I'm excited and very trepidatious over what's coming next. I mean, can the writers do justice to that greatness? That's a huge challenge, to say the least.
I'm very close to completing an illustration for Book Three of Melody titled "Becoming." It is, in fact, what I'll endeavor to do this afternoon--to finish it. I've been working on it, on and off again, for something like three years.
I completed a second illustration last year; my intention is to add maybe three more, making five total. That's pretty lofty, so don't hold me to it!
I've had the entire story in Book Three in my mind for almost fifteen years. I have thought about it many, many times, oftentimes multiple times a day, for that long. I avoided writing anything in it, because I wanted to grow and mature enough, both as a writer and as a human being, to be worthy of the story. I honestly don't know if I have; but I can tell you that if I haven't made the mark, it wasn't from lack of trying! I think if you love a story enough, it becomes a living thing in a very real sense; and it challenges you to rise to the standards that it sets for its telling and experiencing. And so that has been my primary struggle all these years: to become the kind of man and writer worthy to tell its tale.