Might not be the best time to fiddle with this...
We have a writers' group meeting this Sunday and I'm working on my notes for the group mate who's finished her first draft. Have decided to go with "frank but not unkind," so I'm reviewing what I've got written to remove any extra modifiers or phrases that might only serve to pound home a point I made already.
I may not be in the best shape to do this at the moment, because after having several nasty coughing fits yesterday I decided to hit the remainder of my cold with heavy cough syrup. I expected... to expectorate... and also to be out cold all night.
Yeah--no. I spent the night in a kind of trance, probably dozing some but continually waking to notice the clock or that I was annoying the cats. It was not, fortunately, one of those "argh I am so angry because I'm awake!" nights. I pretty much just kept changing position and then falling back into a sort of dazed impression that I was in a story that seemed to be a cross between the movie Broken Arrow (which a friend loaned me and I watched last night for the first time in years) and The Man From U.N.C.L.E. No, I don't understand my brain either.
The movie, though, was darned good fun. John Travolta has played the mad-mad-villain role so many times since then that it's hard to remember how new and startling it was to me to see him in this role. I think it's still my favourite occurrence of that character. And I do love Samantha Mathis as the park ranger who's helping Christian Slater.
Anyway. I have two different reference shifts today and then I may go home early, depending on whether the world stops slowly tilting from side to side.
I may not be in the best shape to do this at the moment, because after having several nasty coughing fits yesterday I decided to hit the remainder of my cold with heavy cough syrup. I expected... to expectorate... and also to be out cold all night.
Yeah--no. I spent the night in a kind of trance, probably dozing some but continually waking to notice the clock or that I was annoying the cats. It was not, fortunately, one of those "argh I am so angry because I'm awake!" nights. I pretty much just kept changing position and then falling back into a sort of dazed impression that I was in a story that seemed to be a cross between the movie Broken Arrow (which a friend loaned me and I watched last night for the first time in years) and The Man From U.N.C.L.E. No, I don't understand my brain either.
The movie, though, was darned good fun. John Travolta has played the mad-mad-villain role so many times since then that it's hard to remember how new and startling it was to me to see him in this role. I think it's still my favourite occurrence of that character. And I do love Samantha Mathis as the park ranger who's helping Christian Slater.
Anyway. I have two different reference shifts today and then I may go home early, depending on whether the world stops slowly tilting from side to side.