Uncloudy Day

Monday morning and back to the office with me once I’ve woken up, cleaned up, and showered. It was a good weekend for the most part, mostly anticlimactic feeling after the visit with the surgeon on Friday morning; I’d say the best word to describe the weekend would be relief. I slept well last night, and yesterday was a nice, relaxing one. I cleaned and read my own works in progress and made some revising notes; I also started writing the opening of the next Valerie book in my journal, which was kind of fun. There’s a bit of a mess that needs to be cleared up before the book really starts going, but that’s what rewrites are for. At some point this week I’ll need to transcribe what was written into a Word file– I also need to do that with “Parlor Tricks,” a short story I freeform wrote some stuff in my journal for–and I also want to get back to writing again. I’ve been lazy lately–burnout maybe from the back-to-back writing of the most recent two–but I need to start working again.

But it’s always nice to revisit works-in-progress you’ve not progressed on or thought much about in over a year other than the occasional idle thought: oh, I should probably finish that novella or short story or whatever and then make a note or something and promptly forget about it. I’d not realized how far I’d gotten with a Chanse (!) novella until I read it yesterday, and even as i was reading it I was thinking tweak this or this would be a good place to go into this and oh you can restate that paragraph to make it a lot more powerful , which was nice. I also reread the starts of several short stories in progress, several of which I’d forgotten about, like “A Little More Jazz for the Axeman” and “Please Die Soon”–a really fun exploration of gaslighting as well as unreliable narration, and even the main character isn’t sure if she’s being gaslit or if her mind is fucking with her, which is a super-fun concept to work with. I also looked through “Festival of the Redeemer” and “A Holler Full of Kudzu” and “Spellcaster”; all of which have a lot more potential than I remembered or would have thought.

We got caught up on The Morning Show last night–it really is a strong show, kind of like The West Wing about a television network, in some ways, and the cast is simply superb–and then started watching Suspect on Britbox, which I am not sure I am sold on, to be honest. It’s a great concept and has a great cast, but…I’m so tired of “something happens to child of bad/absent father and so angry father must appease feelings of guilt by tracking down killers/rapists/kidnappers/etc. to avenge child they neglected while alive.” I fucking hate this trope because they always portray the dad as some sympathetic hero. Sorry, if you beget children, you need to be a good parent to them and present while they are alive, and “avenging” said child doesn’t make up for it. (I really think S. A. Cosby ended this trope forever with Razorblade Tears; Shawn took a very tired trope, breathed new life into it, and wrote the definitive book on the subject; no one else need bother anymore unless you do better than Shawn…and good luck with that.) Was Liam Neeson not available to play Super-dad in this? Someone needs to do a lengthy critical essay book about the trope of the super-father in fiction, the societal problems they mask, and their unrealism bordering on fantasy to the point of being inadvertent straight male camp. (Which really is what James Bond, Mission: Impossible, and The Fast and the Furious franchises are, just like the Marvel/DC comic book movies are–there’s a dissertation for a PhD in Women’s Studies for someone. You’re welcome.)

I also, in reading the stacks of paper-clipped drafts in one of my stack of inboxes, found another draft of “Whim of the Wind” I’d forgotten about–see what I mean about my shitty memory?–where I’d undertaken a thorough rewrite, and I’m not certain I don’t prefer this opening to the most recent attempt to revise the story. So I am going to compare/contrast the two of them, and see what comes out of it. I also am not certain I like the new ending I came up with, because it doesn’t really work with the tone and voice of the story (it’s also very reminiscent of how I’ve ended a couple of other stories lately, and I don’t like being repetitive, which I find in short stories a lot more frequently than I’d like, to be honest), so I am going to give it yet another old college try to see if I can’t finally whip this damned story into publication strength (after forty years, it’s the least I can do for it). Writing freeform in longhand yesterday in my journal also seemed to unlock something in my mind–the creative stall or whatever you want to call it–but I feel like writing again, and I don’t dread it or even think meh not doing anything today isn’t going to hurt anything, which is incredibly stupid (but one of those lies my brain tells itself to get out of writing).

And on that note I am heading into the spice mines. Have a lovely Monday, everyone, and I’ll check in with you again later.