Words Written: Thursday, 900
Exercise: nada

I wrote yesterday. It seems like a normal thing to say, and yet it was like a small celebration for me, given that writing and I have been at odds for the past week or so. I wrote just shy of 1K on a short story that may or may not end up at the contest I’m intending it for. I don’t know where it’s going, but it’s the journey that’s the important thing.

After Ken and I had our date yesterday afternoon (a matinee of Casanova at the cheap theatre), we went to B&N (finally) and I looked up the anthology I needed to skim. Got a sense of what they want, so that story will need to be written ASAP.

Casanova was…well, ultimately, I did like it. It just took a while for it, and thus us, to figure out what it was supposed to be. Any period piece set in Venice is going to suffer from comparison to the truly wonderful Dangerous Beauty, but the similarities were good ones. It was funny, a fair bit anachronistic (which, once I understood it was deliberate, was fun), beautifully costumed (although I know nothing about 1700s costume so I can’t say if it was at all correct), and a good romp. I’d be interested in seeing it again to see how it holds up.

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What Have I Done Today to Make My Writing Dream Come True? writing
Currently Reading: The Strange Adventures of Rangergirl, Tim Pratt
Lately Listened To: Long Distance: The Best of Runrig
Recently Watched: Kill Bill, Vol. 1; Battlestar Galactica