Derry, Northern Ireland

Derry, Northern Ireland
A book I'm working on is set in this town.

Saturday, June 1, 2013

Damn, damn, damn...

The trials and tribulations of "The Vanishing of Owen Taylor" continue to vex me. All because I let Jake lead me down every friggin' path he felt like and insisted I keep in. And idiot that I am, I tried to wrangle the storyline to suit him. Only it's self-indulgent crap, the little shit.

I can cut 25% of the story, right now, just by keeping everything in the Palm Springs/Indio area; screw Riverside. That lowers the number of problems facing Jake, but it fits reality one hell of a lot better. Thing is, I now need to restructure the story...again.

On top of it, apparently my landline number is being passed around to collection agencies as belonging to somebody who owes someone money. And they won't tell me who it is or why they're calling me. They don't even know my name but say I owe this money, and of course they're located in places like Pennsylvania and Iowa and probably Nigeria. Assholes.

I got disgusted with it all and decided to watch "Kill Bill, part 2", for Carli's sake. But I so hated the first 30 minutes, I popped it out and shoved it back in the Netflix envelope. I really have to despise a film to do that. The final straw was when Uma Thurman's character falls for the oldest trap in the book. It was so stupid, I thought she was faking being caught by it...but she wasn't. That tore it. I'm never watching another Tarantino film. Period.

Instead I watched "Libeled Lady" (1936) on TCM, with Myrna Loy, William Powell, Spencer Tracy and Jean Harlow.

It's a romantic-comedy about a rich woman who sues a NY paper for libel and how the editor tries to fight back, using an ex-employee and his own fiancee. Sharp dialogue, fast pace, great chemistry between the brought me back to a good mood.

Now Carli's sitting on my shoulder, laughing at me. And Jake's irritated that I didn't make his crap work, and nevermind it made for a loose, sloppy story with him running all over hell's half acre within too short a timeframe. It was just plain bad writing. Lazy. And seeing "Kill Bill" do laziness as if it's an art form...ain't gonna happen. Jake and me's gonna have it out, by gawd.

Dunno what'll happen, tomorrow, but right now...I'm gonna find some online porn and veg.

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