Too Lazy For a Title
There's been a lot of stuff going on inside the noggin (again) that's making me take a good, long look at what I laughably call my life. Some of it is a rehash of the same old crap that's been fluttering in and out of my mind for the last... yeesh, at least a year, I guess.
I've decided I'm going to try to implement Operation: Crazy Idea. I'm still not revealing what that means, yet, as that would make it a Public Statement of Intent™ -- and we all know what happens when I do that. No, I want to make this major change, even if the Crazy part doesn't happen exactly the way I hope.
I don't mind admitting that I'm more than a little scared by this. Even with as much research as I'm doing, I still know next to nothing about the situation I'll be leaping into. Head first. Without a net.
In about a year, I'll be 40. What the hell am I thinking? That's what the rational side of my brain is screaming at me.
My answer? I need the change.
Improvisation class didn't go so well this week -- at least for me. I've had something of a bad week all around, and it carried into the classroom, I guess. I felt like I couldn't do anything right, and Irene pointed out a number of specific issues I was having in my scenes -- all of which were spot on, of course. I left class feeling like the one thing I had been doing right had become just another thing I was screwing up. I'm hoping that the feeling goes away by the next session. There are two left, and I want to keep having fun with it.
(I even screwed up the themed pattern warm-up game, which I've always enjoyed, even though the layering hurts my brain.)
At least I enjoyed the movie this week: The Three Musketeers in 3D rocked! It's a story I love anyway, with the swords and swashbuckling that I always get excited about. (Sword fighting is the prime reason I loved the Antonio Banderas and Catherine Zeta-Jones Zorro movies and Highlander: The Series.) Logan Lerman (of Percy Jackson fame) is proving to be an engaging action hero type, and Milla Jovovich is just plain yummy. When recording our podcast this week, lazy-t commented that he loved the costumes in the film, and I must agree. Plus, after so many years of seeing Orlando Bloom playing the hero, it was refreshing to see how well he does the bad guy.
This may not be the Disney version I love so much, but this Summit version is a rootin'-tootin' good time in its own right.
(One day I may read the Alexandre Dumas novel just to spite myself.)
This is the last week of pre-NaNoWriMo activity. I'm herding the Lushguins again, and that's kept me a little bit busy so far.
I still don't know what novel I think I'm writing. At the NaNoWriMo website, I have my genre listed as "horror or supernatural" -- but that was only because they wouldn't let me leave it blank. All I know about it so far is that someone will die at some point in the book. And I know this primarily because someone always dies in my books. I think I've only written one book in which no one died, and even that one had someone in it who was already dead.
(Even the tame-by-comparison Sivarta started off with a murder.)
I finished Naked Heat. As Tanya predicted, I liked it slightly better than Heat Wave, and if Heat Rises show up cheap enough on the Kindle, I may get that one at some point, too. Now I'm in a literary limbo. I don't want to start another book, because I'll be putting it down come November 1 when I take Keanu to work instead of Kindle. Must write my own book in November instead of reading someone else's, you know.
That's pretty much what I've been up to for the last week or so. Not very exciting, I know. That's why no one reads this thing. Talk to you next time, Dear Journal.