Wednesday, December 03, 2003
Yesterday, I wrote 1,124 words on "Untitled Novella." I've got to come up with a name for this thing, because I'm getting sick of calling it that. Today, perhaps. Anyway, the manuscript is now 5,041 words long. Is it fair to call the things I produce "manuscripts"? The word derives, of course, from the Latin, manu scriptus — hand writing. True, my hands strike these keys and, usually, there's a printout. But I suspect that I'm violating the spirit of the word.
And, on the subject of violating spirit, yesterday I was thinking, which I do sometimes. If the goal of terrorism is to disrupt the normal, day-to-day function of a society by creating fear in its populus, then how is it that the Office of Homeland Security and the Patriot Act fail to qualify as a terrorist organization and an act of terrorism, respectively? Certainly, both have done their bit to make many of us a little more afraid, a little less willing to act as we normally would. I'm sorry. Politics. I know. I should stay away from them. But the post-9/11 "ends-justify-the-means" mentality that much of the US government and many of its people have adopted is really beginning to wear at my patience.
Last night, Spooky and Jennifer and I attended a screening of Georges Franju's Eyes Without A Face (1960). Afterwards, you guessed it, Spooky and I played Primal. This game's scripting and design continue to amaze and delight me. If you're someone who's always thought you'd like video games better if they had a good story and engaging characters, you should take a look at Primal.
Anyway, off to the words. Always, off to the words.