Monday, April 07, 2003
I did write yesterday. I'll get to that in a moment.
If you're a Farscape fan and/or if you've been keeping up with the whole Sci-Fi Channel fiasco you should read this article from TV Guide via SaveFarscape. As usual, Matt Roush's comments were appreciated.
This evening I'm doing a shoot for the author's photo for The Five of Cups. It's the first time that I've ever posed nude, so I'm (understandably, I think) somewhat nervous. The shoot involves me floating in a tub full of something that will look as much as possible like blood, in body make-up and black contacts, surrounded by white flowers (either chrysanthemums or carnations, I'm not sure which). The make-up should only take about an hour (which isn't bad, compared to the Nebari make-up). Kathryn's doing the actual photography (she did all my photos for Trilobite: The Writing of Threshold); she has to spend part of the day getting the lighting right. It's actually a nice break in the recent monotony, though I may begin to feel differently after the first fifteen or twenty minutes of lying there naked in cold red stuff, or if I come out of this with my skin dyed crimson for an indefinite period of time. I've been Caitlín the Black and Caitlín the White, but never have I been Caitlín the Red before.
Did I mention that I wrote yesterday? I did. For about two hours. 491 words in two hours and it ended in a rage, me screaming at Microsoft Word because it wouldn't format something or another the way I wanted it to and me thinking I'd just wasted two hours on utter rubbish. Kathryn and I read back through the piece this morning, though, and she likes it and I think it may have a little potential after all. So I'm going back to it this afternoon. It's something that wants to be a short story.
But what's really interesting, or ironic, or funny, or what-the-frell-ever, is that it's largely a first-person narrative. After my rant against first person yesterday, which was, of course, largely a load of horse crap (this is almost always true of writers' professed views on writing), I took the whole mess as a challenge from myself to myself. It'll need another day or two to be sure whether or not this is going anywhere worth going, but at least I'm writing. Give the girl a cookie. Hell, give me a shot of Jack.
Anyway, it's getting late and much to do, much to do, so off I go. The Cat Crutches Auction is proceeding nicely. Drop by and spend some money . . .
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