Watch a DVD or movie? I dunno. What is there? I've only got a couple hundred to choose from, many of which I've already seen. And what sort of mood am I in? Noir? Comedy? Epic? I have both versions of Ben Hur so could compare them. I do love Dodsworth and Notorious and The Apartment and The Heiress, so could watch them, again. They are stories well-told.
Or...how about reading a book, instead? I only have 25 to choose from, and Adrian McKinty has a new Sean Duffy coming out. In hardcover. And I have a nice anthology of Edgar Allen Poe, which has some pieces I haven't read.
I should be getting my fresh copy of A Place of Safety-Home Not Home on Thursday, so that's something to keep in mind.
But meanwhile, the only thing I consistently work on is a cheesy little SF/horror piece I'm posting for free on GayDemon. Working on chapter eighteen, right now, and see no end in sight for it. That's the only thing that gets me halfway excited...a story about two prolific serial killers who fall in love in a tale told with full amorality.
I sometimes wonder if I was a serial killer in a former life, and am condemned to this world where I'm unable to do anything like that even though deep within I want to. It's like I have the plans and thoughts and urges...but there's a lock on me that keeps me from following through. And that's why I write about them. That's my punishment for my previous existence. Look but don't touch.
There have been serial killers throughout history, but once upon a time there were so many wars going on the little bastards could satisfy their blood lust in acceptable ways. No no more. There may be Russians committing serial murders in Ukraine or Syria or the Central African Republic or even within Russia, but not with impunity, anymore. Even the Chinese, Israelis and Hamas have learned their slaughters are too easily found out and condemned.
At least, for now...
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