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Oct. 13th, 2006 11:28 amI had an unexpected day off today.
What did I do with my unexpected day off? In no particular order, I read a horror anthology (coming to you for the rest of today only, at http://horrorday.martinlivings.com/ ). I looked at the October Locus. I did a load of washing and washed some dishes and put out some rubbish and pretended that I always live in an almost-tidy environment. I answered an email suggesting that I might consider teaching a 'history for writers' course in Sydney one weekend next year.
I was interviewed by a local newspaper reporter. It was an entirely amusing interview because the local newspaper reporter was![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
nrm1970 and she had rung all the people in charge of Mental Health Week and they all said something to the effect of "Talk to Gillian Polack". I bet they even offered her my phone number. I hope that I was coherent and not overwhelmed with amusement at her being sent to talk to me.
Donna came round and I watched a really bad musical with really good songs. I had forgotten why I hadn't seen this musical before until the very last number, when Frank Sinatra in a white suit singing "Old Man River" reminded me. It was worth it for the rest of the music, and Donna and I had a great deal of fun working out why almost none of the narrative part worked. I still think there's something fundamentally wrong about Frank Sinatra in a white suit singing "Old Man River". And there's something fundamentally *right* about Judy Garland's singing.
Tony dropped in and treated the three of us to pide for lunch and when he went back to work, Donna and I went for a walk. On our walk we managed to avoid heat exhaustion (just), visit two Opp Shops, drop into a painting shop (where I bought two scrummy notebooks ostensibly for sketching: since I can't sketch to save my life they will have to be for sketching plots and characters and other verbalities), pay a lengthy visit to my favourite Indian grocery and quickly race through my favourite Chinese grocery. We managed to avoid the chocolate shop simply because I had fed us both chocolate and good coffee all the way through the musical and we couldn't face any more of either.
The rest of the day was spent in the company of truly, truly awful science fiction movies. Donna's children came for her part-way through "The Incredible Petrified World" so she missed the full five minutes of drama that this movie contains. She also missed "Queen of the Amazons" (which isn't SF at all and was on the DVD under false pretenses) and "The Robot Monster". We both resolved to remember - when we feel low about our writing - that there are people who write worse than we do.
This evening is about to be all about "Buffy", at which stage I am resolved to remember that there are people who write significantly better then I do. Life is very balanced.
Tomorrow morning I'll be at Floriade to admire the work of some folkdance friends and, after a cup of tea with them, I will work furiously at Medieval maps and make up for lost time. It has been lovely lost time though.
What did I do with my unexpected day off? In no particular order, I read a horror anthology (coming to you for the rest of today only, at http://horrorday.martinlivings.com/ ). I looked at the October Locus. I did a load of washing and washed some dishes and put out some rubbish and pretended that I always live in an almost-tidy environment. I answered an email suggesting that I might consider teaching a 'history for writers' course in Sydney one weekend next year.
I was interviewed by a local newspaper reporter. It was an entirely amusing interview because the local newspaper reporter was
nrm1970 and she had rung all the people in charge of Mental Health Week and they all said something to the effect of "Talk to Gillian Polack". I bet they even offered her my phone number. I hope that I was coherent and not overwhelmed with amusement at her being sent to talk to me. Donna came round and I watched a really bad musical with really good songs. I had forgotten why I hadn't seen this musical before until the very last number, when Frank Sinatra in a white suit singing "Old Man River" reminded me. It was worth it for the rest of the music, and Donna and I had a great deal of fun working out why almost none of the narrative part worked. I still think there's something fundamentally wrong about Frank Sinatra in a white suit singing "Old Man River". And there's something fundamentally *right* about Judy Garland's singing.
Tony dropped in and treated the three of us to pide for lunch and when he went back to work, Donna and I went for a walk. On our walk we managed to avoid heat exhaustion (just), visit two Opp Shops, drop into a painting shop (where I bought two scrummy notebooks ostensibly for sketching: since I can't sketch to save my life they will have to be for sketching plots and characters and other verbalities), pay a lengthy visit to my favourite Indian grocery and quickly race through my favourite Chinese grocery. We managed to avoid the chocolate shop simply because I had fed us both chocolate and good coffee all the way through the musical and we couldn't face any more of either.
The rest of the day was spent in the company of truly, truly awful science fiction movies. Donna's children came for her part-way through "The Incredible Petrified World" so she missed the full five minutes of drama that this movie contains. She also missed "Queen of the Amazons" (which isn't SF at all and was on the DVD under false pretenses) and "The Robot Monster". We both resolved to remember - when we feel low about our writing - that there are people who write worse than we do.
This evening is about to be all about "Buffy", at which stage I am resolved to remember that there are people who write significantly better then I do. Life is very balanced.
Tomorrow morning I'll be at Floriade to admire the work of some folkdance friends and, after a cup of tea with them, I will work furiously at Medieval maps and make up for lost time. It has been lovely lost time though.