Monthly Archives: August 2007

I was going to quote something subtler from the lyrics of that Glenn Frey song, but when I looked them up I discovered nothing quotable. It’s amazing how little substance some popular songs have when you scrutinize them. When I … Continue reading →

Today is supposed to be another 100+ degree day. Perhaps as high as 102° with a humidex of 112°. Just a few degrees below the temperature at which the turkey is baking in The Accidental Tourist. (“Is this the Thanksgiving … Continue reading →

We hit a hundred degrees here today. I haven’t been outside more than a few minutes since early this morning, but when I went to get the mail it was aitch owe tee hot. We keep the house at about … Continue reading →

Made some progress into new territory on the story in progress this morning. I started by editing the last page or so and then convinced myself to keep going and wrote perhaps seven hundred words. I’m getting a better feel … Continue reading →

Another morning of editing. Whenever I find myself bogged down in plot, I usually resort to editing. It’s a bit of a trap that is sometimes hard to break out of. I spend my morning revising up to a point, … Continue reading →

I’ve finally caught up with myself in revising the current story from restricted third to first person. At first, it looks a simple task, changing “he” to “I” throughout, but there really is a subtle but important difference between the … Continue reading →

I’m up to about 3000 words on the new story in progress, but I decided yesterday to recast it from third person to first person. Heavily influenced by reading Ross MacDonald. I went through The Ivory Grin this weekend and … Continue reading →

Eureka took a different stab at the old “it was all a dream” plot device. It’s hard to do anymore without leaving an ugly taste in the viewers’ mouths. I have mixed feelings about how they handled it. The denouement … Continue reading →

Billy Joel was singing about the drug dealer in his neighborhood—and of course there’s Captain Jack Sparrow—but I’m thinking about Torchwood’s Captain Jack Harkness. I finally figured out who John Barrowman reminds me of, both in appearance and line delivery: … Continue reading →

I started a new short story this morning. I only got about two pages written, but it felt good to be under way. I have in-depth knowledge of the character and the circumstances and absolutely no idea of the plot. … Continue reading →