Still reading The Cloud Atlas. Great book. Not the book I thought it would be, story-wise.
Been putting off buying Quicksilver by Neal Stephenson ever since it came out. Not sure why. Finally picked it up today, in hardcover, before those first editions completely disappear. Don’t know when I’m gonna get to it. So I guess another list is called for. Man have I got some catching up to do.
1) Fortress of Solitude – Jonathan Lethem
2) Count Zero – William Gibson
3) As She Climbed Across the Table – Jonathan Lethem
4) Ship of Fools – Richard Paul Russo
5) Quicksilver – Neal Stephenson
Music. I’m outta touch with music, but it seems like the stuff on the radio is crap(mostly). Now that John Frusciante has put out his ‘six albums in six months’, I don’t know what I’m gonna look forward to. A new Three Fish album would be nice. Fiona Apple’s shelved album would be nice. (C’mon Sony, be adventurous!)
Anyhow, I’m beat. Tired, and not feeling very creative. Kinda drained. It was nice to go to the coffee shop and write tonight without, a) freezing my ass off, and b)not having to deal with weirdo’s who talk/laugh with themselves. The current script is coming along, but it’s a mess. I think it’s working ‘structurally’ (I could be wrong – probably am) but thematically….it’s weak. I’m finding that the lack of a precise, focused theme is giving the script it’s ‘messy’ feel. Got ideas on how to fix that, but nothing solid yet. I guess it’s a matter of me spending a night, or preferably an afternoon, thinking about what this thing is really about. (or to sound cliché; to think about what I’m really trying to say).
This post brought to you while revisiting Rain Tree Crow (self titled)
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