I can finally breathe without hurting myself,* I finished not just one but two chapters —one for each project**—fired them off to their respective destinations . . .
. . . and knocked off early to spend the past half hour searching for something I barely remembered from my misspent youth:
Comedy gold, I tell you.
*Though the cough remains. It sounds like I’d auditioning for the role of Coffin Harriet in a genderbending version of Soul Music. One brownie point if you get the reference, two if you can supply the author.
**If anyone’s wondering, I kept the Redhead. She’ll give my critiquers something to sink their teeth into. They like that. A lot.
As per my new resolve, I’m too busy writing to write about writing. Except now, sort of.
But I’ve got a new chapter in the hopper and a good chunk of the next one going. If I can finish it by Friday, I’m giving myself a break and a reward:
I’ve been bouncing around and giggling since I saw this trailer.
RED is one of my favorite comic miniseries–Warren Ellis wrote it and Cully Hamner drew it, so it’s probably not a surprise that Hollywood took notice.
But its the cast that has me in raptures. I’ve loved John Malkovitch and Morgan Freedman for more years than any of us would care to admit (Easy Reader of the Electric Company may well have been my first crush), and Helen Mirren is perfection. And Bruce Willis appears to have finally hit the right balance between wiseass and badass; this may be the perfect role for him.
But unless I can get my chapter done, no movie for me.