i'm keeping a list: there'll be a quiz
8.8 miles today. 0 yesterday.
So I feel guilty when I don't update for a day. I'm not returning the favor, you see.
That being said, I didn't write because very little of either physical or emotional consequence happened yesterday. Len called, said he really liked my rewrite of my Thesis Script. He praised the new direction I was going to the point where I thought, Was there nothing of redeeming value in the original draft? He assured me that I was getting this Story thing down, which felt good.
I also sent out three copies of the original draft of my Thesis Script into the outside world.
I wrote some more pages.
Brent came over, and he and Darin discussed what to do about the Harry situation.
I watched The Efficiency Expert, which is evidently known everywhere else in the world as Spotswood. It was the cute, if slightly bland, story of a man (played by--yes--Anthony Hopkins) who is so good at reforming businesses that he's not very good with people any longer. Gee, guess what happens to him? (It's a comedy, no one dies.) Particularly notable are the appearances of Russell Crowe and Toni Collette, both now familiar to US audiences. Well, more familiar.
This morning I woke up at 6am, looked at the sun peeking over the trees, and thought, I have to get moving now.
I got out the door at about 6:30, and it was already warm. When I passed the two bank clocks one said 68 and the other said 74. I seem to remember the 68 one had the sun on it...but they never agree anyhow.
When the air is warm like this I am assaulted by smells as I run--the flowers in bloom, the trees, the car exhaust. By the middle of the run my nose was running so bad I wondered if the pollen count has gone way up. Wouldn't surprise me in the slightest, because of El Nino (giving life to more flowery things) and the recent temperatures (making them bloom).
The rest of today was spent fiddling with some cgi on spies (and not making it work), working on a scene, and hoping against hope that I haven't fucked up by sending out scripts the first week people asked for them. Linda reminded me of something Brooke said first year: "Make them wait. Don't appear too eager." And I've blown it, eh? Particularly if I finish this complete and total rewrite--I can't send it to the places I've already sent a first draft.
I'm trying not to beat myself up too hard about this. Learned my lesson and all that. And I won't send anything else out for a few weeks--build up a really large mailing. But it's hard not to think I've already fucked up some.
In the space of two days I've heard from a member of the Six and from a friend I haven't spoken to in over 2 years. The wonders of the Internet. Anyhow, both of them say they are enjoying this journal. Whee!
So Linda read me my July horoscope out of Town and Country magazine -- it basically said, "Sit down and don't do anything this month, stupid...but something really great is going to happen near the 18th."
"What do you think that could be?" she asked, breathlessly.
"The Mask of Zorro opens?" I said.
She laughed, at any rate.
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