Tango in the Night

It was thirty one degrees outside when I woke up this morning. I know that seems balmy, even spring-like, compared to the temperatures I am seeing being posted on Social Media everywhere, but it’s cold for New Orleans–and those temperatures in the north and midwest I am seeing is the best explanation I have for why I do not live up there. JFC, I joke about never living north of I-10, but I cannot fathom or wrap my mind around below zero temperatures.

It’s hard to believe it’s Christmas this weekend already; December certainly slipped by rather quickly, and I am going to really have to buckle down to get this book done. I didn’t get nearly as much writing done as I wanted to this weekend–I am not caught up by any means–so I am going to really have to work my ass off in the meantime to get it done. I did, however, manage to get some good thinking and planning done this weekend about the book, and what I need to do to get it together. I’m hopeful this will help with the flow and get me really into a writing groove.

Here’s hoping, anyway.

Finally, this morning I felt better as well–I have trouble working when I don’t feel well–and so, again, am very hopeful about how much I can get done this week.

I am really enjoying Exit Pursued by a Bear, and I did manage to finish watching Medici: Masters of Florence this weekend, and also got pretty far along in The Man In The High Castle, season two. It asks some very interesting and pointed questions about survival; and given the times in which we live, questions we should be asking ourselves. I am also all caught up on Yuri On Ice, which I’ve become ridiculously attached to. I am going to see if Paul wants to watch it–he arrived home this morning as I was leaving–because I think he’ll like it a lot as well. At any rate, I am looking forward to the next episode which will drop this Wednesday.

And I suppose I should get back to the spice mines.

Here’s a hunk for you, CR.

Caroline

It is grim and dreary and windy outside this morning; gray and kind of nasty–the kind of day where you are grateful to stay inside and not ever leave (as of right now, my plan for the day is to stay inside and only go outside to take out the trash if I have to). I got all of my Christmas shopping done Friday and mailed the gifts that needed to go yesterday after I saw (drum roll please) Rogue One.

I. LOVED. It.

I woke up feeling crappy yesterday; congested and mildly feverish. In fact, had I not already bought the ticket on-line I would have probably changed my mind and stayed home. But I needed to mail my presents and stop at the grocery store, and had already paid for the ticket…so I went. (It did occur to me that if I was contagious, I could possibly Typhoid Mary the entire theater; but I wasn’t coughing or sneezing, and I didn’t have to turn over money or make physical contact with anyone. It wasn’t crowded, either–it was a ten a.m. show; so I made sure I sat by myself where no one else was sitting. So there.)

I will admit I was incredibly disappointed at the beginning when the big STAR WARS logo didn’t appear nor did they play the theme music; and I will readily admit I was a bit pouty about it. It kind of, for me, got off to a bit of a slow start which was necessary in order to provide back story, but once it got going, it was great fun. I’ll see it again, undoubtedly (Paul is seeing it with his mother this weekend, so I didn’t go see it without him; his mom suggested it last week when he talked to her, and so that was when I bought my ticket.)

Although after running my errands, I felt much worse than I did when I woke up. I tried to write but couldn’t, and finally abandoned the effort, retiring to my easy chair and my book. I finished reading it, then watched the last few episodes of Medici: Masters of Florence, another couple of episodes of The Man in the High Castle (season two started out kind of slowly but has definitely picked up steam), and another show I’ve been watching on-line: Yuri On Ice.

Yuri On Ice is a Japanese anime television series about Yuri Katsuki, a Japanese male figure skater. The show opens with him finishing last at the Grand Prix final, and questioning whether he should just retire. He is considered to be Japan’s best male skater, but he also is shy and introverted, with very little self-confidence, and also suffers from crushing self-doubt and anxiety, which is why he performs poorly. After graduating from college in Detroit, he returns home to his small home town in Japan, and while visiting the ice rink, is recorded perfectly mimicking a routine by five time world champion Viktor Nikiforov. The video goes viral, and Viktor, also questioning his own future in the sport, comes to Japan to be Yuri’s coach–Yuri has always idolized Viktor, and decides to give the sport one more year.

I’m really enjoying the show, quite frankly. I’ve never watched Anime before, so I don’t know if the weird lapses into over-the-top emotion from the characters is normal for Anime, but it’s the only thing that bothers me about the show. The character of Yuri is so incredibly well developed; and the skating sequences are absolutely amazing. As a long time figure skating fan, it’s only natural that I would enjoy the show, I suppose. I’ve long been wanting to write a noir about figure skating, and watching this show has really intensified that desire–plus, I’m writing something else, which always makes me want to write other things.

I started reading Exit, Pursued by A Bear by E. K. Johnston last night, and am enjoying it thus far.

All right, I need to make up for lost time today, so it’s off to the spice mines I go.