A strange thing happens to me when I devote nearly the entirety of my brain to writing.
I cease to function normally.
Last week I didn’t know I worked on Friday… Came home in the evening to several phone calls about this. 😦
Then, this Thursday, I went to work. …I didn’t work that day. 😦
On the plus side, I saw both “The Rise of the Planet of the Apes” and “Tree of Life”.
Apes was good, hard sci-fi. Some flaws for sure, but all in all, a good, tight film. I thoroughly enjoyed it.
Tree of Life, on the other hand… I went in prepared to see a slow, methodical, sloooow film, and even with that preparation I was still bored to tears. I will say that it was good, just not something for most people.
Also, any time a filmmaker thinks that, to tell their story effectively, they must start from the beginning of time, there’s a problem. Don’t get me wrong; Parasaurolophus is my very favourite dinosaur, but that was just completely unneeded. Also, that theropod that was going to eat the baby Parasaurolophus, but didn’t, was completely unbelievable. Wouldn’t have happened. Was this another metaphor? Another symbol?
Anyway, Tree of Life… gets a pass because it was beautiful, and there are not enough slow films in wide release these days. But I don’t think I’d recommend it.
Onwards! Writing life: this weekend I have a final pass over “Trook Hunters” to format it, in preparation for sending it to a publisher… at their request. I am pretty stoked about that. This came about after a rejection of the two “Tinker” short stories. But they liked my style and asked if I had any longer work.
Escape Publishing Collective is new; they go live in the fall. Maybe I’m getting in on the ground floor of something awesome here, eh? I hope so.
But for now, I send off Trook Hunters, with the hopes that it can find a home, and start building a fan base for the fantasy world of the Spell Carriers.
Thanks for reading.
Heidi out.
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