Here I am again, awake at an ungodly early hour on the weekend. Typical.
Watched Bubba Ho-Tep yesterday. Matthew and I are of the opinion that it sprang into existence from an unnatural union of alcohol, a brain storm session with Bruce Campbell cracking everyone up with his "aged Elvis" impression, and someone saying "Wouldn't it be funny if . . .?"
It was fun and quirky, but I feel no need to see it again.
1.4K on the "Island Love Story." It's officially a novelette now. I decided to go with my original concept. I'm heading into the homestretch. There's a flashback in it. Usually I try to avoid flashbacks, but this one seems unavoidable. Eek.
Going to brew some tea, curl up with my laptop, and see if I can't finish this over the weekend.
Yes. He is. He's also the kind of writer you can go up to and say "Your books warped my brain!" and he'll pretty much buy you a drink.
I impressed a couple of my writer friends when I first started out in the convention circuit by holding my own in a conversation with Joe and a couple of other equally weird guys. Or was it frightened?
I have one of those weekend sometime too. Try drinking "camomile tea" at night. And perhaps add a "melatonin" to it (you can buy them in pills at a drugstore)...then see if that works. Gosh, I hope you get some sleep sometime...