Tuesday. Chilly and dim. Trash and recycling at the curb.
Breakfast was cold pizza. A milestone. I had what I believe to be my first pizza since Steve died on Sunday night, post-interview. It would have been something we might have done. This being so, I had cold pizza for breakfast, also for the first time in more than a year. … It was good. Pairs well with Scottish Morn tea.
Woke up this morning with a short story in my head, so I need to map that out before I hit the WIP.
I have finished writing the Holiday Letter; it is now cooling before I reread and (probably) revise. Firefly helped me find the cards, and then we all had to sit around and explain to Rook about cards, and let him sniff them. He got green glitter on his nose.
Still reading The Thursday Murder Club (yes, yes: slow reader). One of the things I’m especially enjoying is the acknowledgement that all of the club members had Done Stuff — even a lot of stuff. They did not just manifest one day as Old People, their pasts either irrelevant or a blank.
And of course, it’s wonderful to see them manipulate the “clueless and helpless old people” perception.
I’m a little scared of Elizabeth, though.
So! This evening is needlework. This morning is writing.
I’m gonna need more tea.
What’s on your schedule today?
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I’ve continued to enjoy reading (but not writing responses) since Sept. Today I wanted to answer in order to emphasize your comment about TTMC:
“The voice of the book — aka “the narrator” — is hysterical and unless the show (again, never seen it) has a voice over telling you what, oh, Ian’s thinking, and how he’s thinking it, viewers are missing an important facet of the story, and expecting the actors to carry the whole weight themselves isn’t really fair.” While it is true that the actors themselves could not carry that weight, would it not have been possible to write the script to include those voiceovers? It’s not just the narrator per se but the characters’ own thoughts that are hilarious in contrast to what they say and do. Perhaps since I am not a playwright, I am merely imagining the impossible, but I *think* there are screenwriters who could have done it successfully? And that way the wonderful array of actors would have had something more to sink their teeth into, so to speak.
I just finished listening to The Thursday Murder Club yesterday. Murder mysteries are not my thing but I REALLY enjoyed this book. Subsequently, I am enjoying your impressions too.
Nor am I a screenwriter, and, as mentioned, have not seen the show.