I came to the library again because I was falling asleep—okay, that’s not true: I was actually full-on asleep when Big Anklevich called, to tell me he’d written one day in a row—but once I got here, I didn’t feel much like writing. I started recording a Patreon address this afternoon, but never finished it, and the responsible thing to do would be to quickly get my five hundred (or whatever) words, race home, finish recording my podcast, and see if I couldn’t get it posted tonight or tomorrow morning.
Instead, I keep surfing the internet, reading about the history of “Kolchak: The Night Stalker.”
Sit-ups Today: 111Sit-ups In November: 222
Well, I spent a few minutes, typing away, and finished my story. It’s short and inconsequential, but it was never meant to be anything epic, just another one of those stories that serves as a coda to a longer piece. I like doing those.
Push-ups In November: 282
At the end of the evening, I met my cousin and we went to see Edgar Wright's LAST NIGHT IN SOHO, a slow-burn horror film about a country girl who moves to London and has visions of a girl in the Sixties who lived in the same flat, at first exciting and romantic, but increasingly dark and disturbing. There was a chilling moment where I screamed rather unabashedly, and it's been a while since that happened.
Afterward, we talked in the parking lot (things still haven't returned enough to normal for restaurants to be open all night like they used to be), and though he claimed he enjoyed it, my cousin is not particularly fond of horror movies, and when I apologized for dragging him to two this year, he argued that ARMY OF THE DEAD shouldn't count as one. Go figure.
Words Today: 1064
Words In November: 3519
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