Balance sheet, 8/7/03
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katallisonOf the good: My season 2 dS DVDs arrived, and did not even get stolen off the front porch where my mail carrier left them lying with negligent unconcern!
Of the bad: They have the same piss-poor packaging and production (5 P's!) as the Season 1 set. (Anna, if you want to punch anyone, I suggest starting with whoever was responsible for producing the dS DVDs.) (Not that I'm not delighted to have them, mind you.)
Of the good: VividCon! One week away!
Of the bad: Going back to work! Two and a half weeks away!
Of the good: After running an MRI, they've now decided my dad does not have liver metastases after all, and hence there's no reason why he shouldn't get better.
Of the bad: This makes his continuing weight- and strength-loss more inexplicable. He is not, in fact, getting better, he's down to 138 pounds now on a 6'4" frame. Plus? Cranky as hell. Not that I blame him or anything.
Of the good: I still have a couple of weeks left in which to make some pathetic flailing attempts to actually move forward with the writing of the fucking WIP.
Of the bad: I am stuck. I am SO stuck. I am La-Brea-Tar-Pits stuck. Of the five anticipated sections of the thing, the first two (200K or so) are either written or thoroughly outlined. The last section is about half-written, and I at least know the structure of it. Sections 3 and 4, on the other hand, are a vast and uncharted wilderness of tentative scenes, half-assed plot contrivances, and general befuddlement.
(And the hell of it is, this is exactly how things progressed with the last fucking epic: get the beginning third-or-so all nice and whipped into shape, draft the ending, and then sit for several years in complete helplessness, staring at the gargantuan task of lugging the fucking garbage-scow from here to there, without a roadmap or a clue or anything except a random assortment of scenes that refuse to slot themselves into any kind of cooperative narrative structure, and dear god here I am back in the fucking desert again with the mirages and the locusts and ARRRGGGHHH.)
Ahem. OK, of the good: I made it through before, I can do it again. Probably. Also of the good: my friends, huge bunches of fresh basil in the market for $1, watching season one Angel for the first time, The Donnas, red wine, the fact that it's not twenty below zero, the fact that I at least have a job to go back to, and I think I mentioned my friends but I'll mention them again. Because they rock.
And now I shall go pour some more red wine and nose into my season two DVDs.
Of the bad: They have the same piss-poor packaging and production (5 P's!) as the Season 1 set. (Anna, if you want to punch anyone, I suggest starting with whoever was responsible for producing the dS DVDs.) (Not that I'm not delighted to have them, mind you.)
Of the good: VividCon! One week away!
Of the bad: Going back to work! Two and a half weeks away!
Of the good: After running an MRI, they've now decided my dad does not have liver metastases after all, and hence there's no reason why he shouldn't get better.
Of the bad: This makes his continuing weight- and strength-loss more inexplicable. He is not, in fact, getting better, he's down to 138 pounds now on a 6'4" frame. Plus? Cranky as hell. Not that I blame him or anything.
Of the good: I still have a couple of weeks left in which to make some pathetic flailing attempts to actually move forward with the writing of the fucking WIP.
Of the bad: I am stuck. I am SO stuck. I am La-Brea-Tar-Pits stuck. Of the five anticipated sections of the thing, the first two (200K or so) are either written or thoroughly outlined. The last section is about half-written, and I at least know the structure of it. Sections 3 and 4, on the other hand, are a vast and uncharted wilderness of tentative scenes, half-assed plot contrivances, and general befuddlement.
(And the hell of it is, this is exactly how things progressed with the last fucking epic: get the beginning third-or-so all nice and whipped into shape, draft the ending, and then sit for several years in complete helplessness, staring at the gargantuan task of lugging the fucking garbage-scow from here to there, without a roadmap or a clue or anything except a random assortment of scenes that refuse to slot themselves into any kind of cooperative narrative structure, and dear god here I am back in the fucking desert again with the mirages and the locusts and ARRRGGGHHH.)
Ahem. OK, of the good: I made it through before, I can do it again. Probably. Also of the good: my friends, huge bunches of fresh basil in the market for $1, watching season one Angel for the first time, The Donnas, red wine, the fact that it's not twenty below zero, the fact that I at least have a job to go back to, and I think I mentioned my friends but I'll mention them again. Because they rock.
And now I shall go pour some more red wine and nose into my season two DVDs.
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Date: 2003-08-08 07:38 am (UTC)