Good morning, world. Thanks to a mug of hot coffee and evening plans to see "Mama," this day is shaping up to be a good one.
The problem with waiting too long between blog posts is I can't always remember where I left off--and why check, right? So the highlights: I'm seeing a personal trainer once a week and have already built some muscle, I'm still recording podcasts for Every Day Fiction and others, and I wrote a short piece (literary, not spec fic) over the weekend and submitted it to a contest.
By the way, I update my Facebook page for Folly Blaine with the newest podcasts, so like the page if you have any interest. Or you could subscribe to the EDF podcasts via iTunes. A new one goes live every Monday at midnight, Pacific Standard Time.
I'm not a fan of inserting commercials, but there's no better way to tell you about this stuff-I'm-doing than to just tell you.
Jer and I started watching Supernatural on Netflix from the beginning and we're tearing through the episodes. I've also been watching the History of Television channel, which is local antenna station 46-5. It's great. I especially love the old Basil Rathbone Sherlock Holmes' episodes, and the classic sit-coms. Did you know Betty White had her own sit-com, Life with Elizabeth, in 1952? All the shows I'm catching seem to be so smartly written and fresh--and I say "seem to" because the crap I've watched my whole life derives from this, just copies of copies with tired storylines. And here I've found the "originals!"
How amazing that we can be presented with the same plots over and over and still be entertained. Of course, I'm glad for it, because whatever it is that allows us to suspend our disbelief and go along with the repetitive plots, allows us to focus instead on the qualities that make a story unique and unforgettable. To put it another way, you know roughly what's going to happen in a romantic comedy or thriller, but well-written/directed/acted examples are still a joy to consume.
Thank goodness for story.