Gloomy Monday
Nov. 8th, 2004 07:56 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
mallorys_cameraBill H here this weekend. X-husband, father of Max. If anything he is even more depressed about the election than Ben is, thus dinner conversation chez moi for the past three nights ran something like this:
I spent all Saturday cooking and writing which was some kind of luxury. Jerk chicken, pattern recognition. The chicken came out good, I’m not at all sure about the story. I know the structure now but the scene in the Indian casino, in particular, seems overly melodramatic: girl stumbles upon drunken half-sister giving biker a handjob; elliptical confrontation harkening back to sexual abuse they both suffered at the hands of drunken father. I could fix the scene if I had a couple of hours to tunnel into it. The problem is that every minute I write is a minute I’m not doing all the endless administrative work essential to float a business, or working on Max’s college applications, or cleaning the house. Right brain is right brain and left brain is left brain, and never the twain shall meet.
Bill: Maybe we could buy up twenty million bibles cheap, impregnate them with some potent biotoxin, rent a crop duster and then air-drop over Okalahoma
Ben: Oklahoma only has seven electoral votes. So what’s your theory again on why the Jews didn’t leave Germany?
I spent all Saturday cooking and writing which was some kind of luxury. Jerk chicken, pattern recognition. The chicken came out good, I’m not at all sure about the story. I know the structure now but the scene in the Indian casino, in particular, seems overly melodramatic: girl stumbles upon drunken half-sister giving biker a handjob; elliptical confrontation harkening back to sexual abuse they both suffered at the hands of drunken father. I could fix the scene if I had a couple of hours to tunnel into it. The problem is that every minute I write is a minute I’m not doing all the endless administrative work essential to float a business, or working on Max’s college applications, or cleaning the house. Right brain is right brain and left brain is left brain, and never the twain shall meet.
