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Insect Life
Apr. 8th, 2003 07:48 amOne has the sense of crawling through historic times like a cockroach….
Anyway, it pisses me off, so I'm going to go to the peace march in San Francisco on Saturday.
In other news – finished the morgue scene, it seems to work. Embark today upon the wise-cracking cops in the squad room scene, followed by the interview-the-Chinese-girlfriend-of-dead-assassin scene. Did spend 20 minutes last night paralyzed in front of my computer screen, staring at the words "sneak" and "jump," and wondering, so does Vanya sneak upstairs or does he run upstairs? And really, who gives a fuck since this is a sentence that prospective readers will spend .002 seconds on? My only excuse was that it was late at night, and obviously the powers that be were just keeping awake long enough to pick up the phone – my sister calling hysterical from New Mexico. Against my advice, she had been displaying a large anti-war sign in front yard. Somebody had smashed her front window in. I resisted the temptation to say, well, yeah, there is a reason why I resist the siren song of cheap rural real estate.
"That's it," she said, "I'm moving to San Miguel de Allende."
And I said, "Wonderful. I'll come visit." But what I was thinking was, my dear – don't you know that Mexico is even worse?
Anyway, it pisses me off, so I'm going to go to the peace march in San Francisco on Saturday.
In other news – finished the morgue scene, it seems to work. Embark today upon the wise-cracking cops in the squad room scene, followed by the interview-the-Chinese-girlfriend-of-dead-assassin scene. Did spend 20 minutes last night paralyzed in front of my computer screen, staring at the words "sneak" and "jump," and wondering, so does Vanya sneak upstairs or does he run upstairs? And really, who gives a fuck since this is a sentence that prospective readers will spend .002 seconds on? My only excuse was that it was late at night, and obviously the powers that be were just keeping awake long enough to pick up the phone – my sister calling hysterical from New Mexico. Against my advice, she had been displaying a large anti-war sign in front yard. Somebody had smashed her front window in. I resisted the temptation to say, well, yeah, there is a reason why I resist the siren song of cheap rural real estate.
"That's it," she said, "I'm moving to San Miguel de Allende."
And I said, "Wonderful. I'll come visit." But what I was thinking was, my dear – don't you know that Mexico is even worse?
