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You know, I really like the fact that both Neil Gaiman and Caitlin R. Kiernan talk about the number of words they get written in a day. I didn’t always — I think I found it intimidating — but it’s a lot less intimidating when you realize that 1,000 words (which ain’t half bad, let me tell you) is really just four pages of double-spaced text.
The only way to write is to write, to put one word in front of the other. It’s kind of nice to know that even professionals — and gifted professionals at that — find it difficult.
As for what I’m writing… Well, a bunch of different stories, including this one.
A time comes when you’ve just got to say enough already with the television remakes.
As far as I’m concerned, that was one of the few good things about the big-screen version of Charlie’s Angels — that in its opening scene, it featured a fake remake of T.J. Hooker, thereby saving us from at least one adaptation.
The other day, I accidentally broke my letter opener. So I bought a new one through the campus general stores. It’s a little thing, maybe two inches across in either direction, and can easily fit in the palm of my hand. Which doesn’t explain why they shipped it to me in a box twelve inches long, nine inches wide, and seven inches deep. Unless they were really worried it might break on the ride over here.
This is what passes for excitement here during the day.