all this relaxing is exhausting!
Jun. 23rd, 2007 07:17 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
lauraanne_gilmanor, 24 hours trying to be off the clock.
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You already heard about dinner, which was FAB. The Friday night movie was "Below."
Was what? you ask.
Good question. I'd never heard of this movie either. Damn shame, as it's the first movie since 'Blair Witch' to genuinely spook me (the mirror scene, for those who've caught it)
"Below" (2002) is the story of a WWII submarine that stops to take on passengers from a sunken boat, and finds that they have also taken on something of a supernatural aspect as well. Atmospheric, tightly-paced, and not a little spooky, even the obvious details and predictable plot twists wound me up tighter as I watched, and the penultimate scene was a solid payoff, with a nicely ambigious and yet satisfying ending.
And that mirror scene. Sheesus. I may have low-key nightmares about that, at some point.
This morning I got up at a disgustingly late hour (8am) and biked over to the Habitat for Humanity site to put in my volunteer time (the houses are beautiful, and I hope they help turn that neighborhood around, value-wise). Around 10:15, the opening line for book 6 ambushed me. I tagged it and released it back into the wild, being preoccupied with other things. But the brain had woken up and decided that this physical exertion thing was not to its taste, and could we please go back to sitting in front of a computer? (the fact that I've biked about ten miles in the past two days may have had something to do with that plea as well. This is why writers should always remember to get out and sweat -- it does wonders for the creative mind, which is a lazy SOB and will work to get out of sweat.)
After a trip to the farmer's market (loot: fresh ground lamb, fresh chevre with herbs, a small piece of organic honeycomb, and a literal mess o' leafy organic greens), I came home and found the new freelance gig propped up against my door. Hello, sailor.
So I spent Saturday afternoon sitting on my front stoop, reading a manuscript (rather than a finished book, as had been my original plan) and making sure the felines didn't get into too much trouble. Boomer's such a kid sometimes. He dashes off to investigate something, then comes back to make sure I'm where he left me, asks for scritches and reassurances, and then can go off on his own -- but not too far away -- again. Pandora stayed close, outside only because everyone else was, and was just as happy to go back in and sleep on the sofa.
Then there was weeding to be done (downstairs neighbor A. usually handles the landscaping duties, but it got a little out of hand this spring), and laundry to be finished off, and then I said the hell with it and took a nap.
Tonight, a huge green salad and Thai-style grouper, and reading an actual finished, bound, published book. but for now, I sit on the sunporch with a glass of wine and listen to A. practice a new piece on the violin, and watch people walk their dogs, and generally feel at peace with the world...
Kodak moment: the meerkat at rest.
Tomorrow, I have copy to write, and client to speak with, and seminar to plan and...
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You already heard about dinner, which was FAB. The Friday night movie was "Below."
Was what? you ask.
Good question. I'd never heard of this movie either. Damn shame, as it's the first movie since 'Blair Witch' to genuinely spook me (the mirror scene, for those who've caught it)
"Below" (2002) is the story of a WWII submarine that stops to take on passengers from a sunken boat, and finds that they have also taken on something of a supernatural aspect as well. Atmospheric, tightly-paced, and not a little spooky, even the obvious details and predictable plot twists wound me up tighter as I watched, and the penultimate scene was a solid payoff, with a nicely ambigious and yet satisfying ending.
And that mirror scene. Sheesus. I may have low-key nightmares about that, at some point.
This morning I got up at a disgustingly late hour (8am) and biked over to the Habitat for Humanity site to put in my volunteer time (the houses are beautiful, and I hope they help turn that neighborhood around, value-wise). Around 10:15, the opening line for book 6 ambushed me. I tagged it and released it back into the wild, being preoccupied with other things. But the brain had woken up and decided that this physical exertion thing was not to its taste, and could we please go back to sitting in front of a computer? (the fact that I've biked about ten miles in the past two days may have had something to do with that plea as well. This is why writers should always remember to get out and sweat -- it does wonders for the creative mind, which is a lazy SOB and will work to get out of sweat.)
After a trip to the farmer's market (loot: fresh ground lamb, fresh chevre with herbs, a small piece of organic honeycomb, and a literal mess o' leafy organic greens), I came home and found the new freelance gig propped up against my door. Hello, sailor.
So I spent Saturday afternoon sitting on my front stoop, reading a manuscript (rather than a finished book, as had been my original plan) and making sure the felines didn't get into too much trouble. Boomer's such a kid sometimes. He dashes off to investigate something, then comes back to make sure I'm where he left me, asks for scritches and reassurances, and then can go off on his own -- but not too far away -- again. Pandora stayed close, outside only because everyone else was, and was just as happy to go back in and sleep on the sofa.
Then there was weeding to be done (downstairs neighbor A. usually handles the landscaping duties, but it got a little out of hand this spring), and laundry to be finished off, and then I said the hell with it and took a nap.
Tonight, a huge green salad and Thai-style grouper, and reading an actual finished, bound, published book. but for now, I sit on the sunporch with a glass of wine and listen to A. practice a new piece on the violin, and watch people walk their dogs, and generally feel at peace with the world...
Kodak moment: the meerkat at rest.
Tomorrow, I have copy to write, and client to speak with, and seminar to plan and...
