Last night, I settled in to watch I, Frankenstein for some reason. I could claim that it seemed like a good idea at the time, but that would just be lying to you. I knew perfectly well it was going to be a terrible movie, but then I watched the trailer…and, well, Bill Nighy was in it, and I hoped it might be the right kind of terrible.
I watched maybe half of it until Heather guilted me into switching it off and trying to write instead.
I may have made a terrible mistake. #IFrankenstein
— Fred Coppersmith (@unrealfred) July 7, 2014
@unrealfred That's what Dr. Frankenstein said.
— Heather Clitheroe (@lectio) July 7, 2014
@lectio And he just defied the will of both God and man. I'm watching this crappy movie.
— Fred Coppersmith (@unrealfred) July 7, 2014
@unrealfred this is how you spend your Sunday night? Write a story, man! Write!
— Heather Clitheroe (@lectio) July 7, 2014
I wish I could say the writing went well, but that too would just be lying. Still, it was likely better than watching gargoyles clobber demons, or vice versa, or whatever it is I, Frankenstein was supposed to be about. (It was very Underworld-y, right down to Nighy’s casting, and I don’t mean that as a good thing.) I’ll have to consider the small amount it cost to rent the thing a lesson learned, or something.
Tonight’s writing didn’t go terrifically well either, but there’s something to be said for getting back into the swing of things and a regular-ish routine.