However, the Mrs is going through a hard time and I’m somewhat weary from empathy.
Reading Stephen Gregory’s The Waking that Kills. Very atmospheric. About a tutor and a strange maybe dangerous family in the “wolds”. I guess this means the woods from further description, but I should look the word up to make sure I’m not missing any nuances. Books suspense building slowly and definitely. Taking its time, but that I enjoy. Not entirely a horror novel as advertised which actually is kind of good.
Also reading The Langoliers by Stephen King. So far, it seems lesser King, but I’m only up to page 17 so I’ll reserve judgment. I’m along for the ride, but it may eventually be unfinished in my reading. Sort of a Twilight Zone airplane thing. 10 passengers fall asleep and wake up on an otherwise empty plane. Every one else has disappeared. To tell the truth I’m sad., so even if it was wonderful, I might not be responsive. Maybe it is wonderful and I’m not…
Whole Foods is a cool place to eat. I’d rather be making my own healthy food–I’d probably use less canola oil and salt, but being what it is, Whole Foods is probably the healthiest you can get mass market.
I haven’t been posting for awhile. I’m feeling kind of sad. Too much snow and such. Almost finished the novel I’m writing’s second draft. That’s been fun. Listening to relaxing jazz. Thinking about life. I’ve been reading new thought book and the Tao Te Ching extensively. Desire and no desire swing back and forth. The books totally contradict each other. They both make perfect sense. Also perusing Slippin’ into Darkness by Norman Partridge. It’s good, but negative. About all these men who don’t have a life obsessing over this dead woman. At night.
Listening to Louis Hays and her positive affirmation advice, not sure her teachings apply to horror writers or even anyone a little bit angry. There’s something dumb about looking in your mirror and saying “I am loved and safe” twenty-five times, then writing about some terrified soul dying horribly, for an hour. But I suppose it’s my kind of dumb.
Coming out of my birthday funk and close to the end of Doctor Sleep. It’s an awfully good book; fun and exciting and keeps you wondering what will happen next, but it doesn’t hold a candle to The Shining.
I guess in the end, Sleep is more an adventure book then a horror book, albeit with some rather horrifying elements. Adult Danny doesn’t really match kid Danny. They seem like different characters. I suppose in real life this is true for quite a lot of people when they grow up, but I miss 5 year old Danny’s pure earnestness now replaced by a kind of weary, half-cynical damaged soul who’s still very likable, but not the same.
That said, I’ve never read anything bad by Stephen King except his Kindle Single ‘essay’ on gun control which he used to fantasize about strangling sad deluded Adam Lanza to death as if this would be an act of great heroism and is also quite indefinite about whether his book Rage, involving a high-school shooting, caused a high school shooting. Apparently he thinks it didn’t, but he ordered it removed from his Richard Bachman quartet collection, now an omnibus, just because.(?)
Anyway, the man’s a terrific fiction writer and a bad Stephen king novel is better then a good one from most of his peers and Doctor Sleep isn’t even a little bad, I really like it so far, for me just not as good it’s predecessor.
Right now I’m struggling with pre-birthday miasma–a condition bought on by my upcoming birthday. Every year a little before the date I came into the world, I get very unhappy. I’m not sure why this happens. In any case, it passes.
Meanwhile, it’s cool what Anne Rice says to writers in the latest issue of Writer’s Digest:
“Do what gets you to write and not what blocks you. And
no matter where you are in your career, whether you’re
published, unpublished or just starting out, walk
through the world as a writer. That’s who you are and
that’s who you want to be and don’t take any guff off
By the way, I’ve been having trouble lately separating real comments from spam. It’s taking longer to do so then I expected. If you’ve left me a comment, it will eventually show up and probably with my reply. Thanks for your hopeful patience.
Internet Explorer, Opera, Comodo Dragon, and Pale Moon.
Pale Moon, a faster version of Firefox, works the best on my setup. Nothing goes wrong with it. If it’s a half second slower then some of my others, it makes up for that with stability
Opera used to have it’s own engine called Presto, but recently they trashed it and went Webkit, making Opera and Comodo dragon, (a more secure version of Chrome), basically the same browser. They both take up just a little too much of my memory making images sometimes skitter into place like bugs and webpages somewhat impossible once five tabs are open. Perhaps Opera is slightly faster. It has an especially nice bookmark system called Stash, which can give you about a third of the page you bookmark as opposed to just the webpage title. I guess this is impractical if you have a billion holders, but I like it. And a feature called Discover has potential. You get various visual news story links delivered within the browser. Unfortunately, too much celebrity boredom has been chosen.
They call Internet Explorer the most used browser for downloading other browsers which is the case and if it didn’t have Windows Update, it would be gone.
Maxthon was my favorite-looking browser, but I’ve gotten rid of it for now. Opening two tabs at once seems to slow it down.
Meanwhile, finished two books. The Shining gets an A+ and NOS4A2 gets an A.
Nearing the end of The Shining and NOS4A2. A little closer to the end of the later.
Both exciting in very different ways. The Shining seems to be closing in and terrifying me, whereas NOS4A2 seems to be expanding out and exciting me.
What am I talking about? I don’t know. At one o clock in the morning, perhaps I don’t know will have to do.
I guess an easier way of saying things is NOS4A2′s like a great road trip adventure of a wild multidimensional kind, while The Shining is a dark fascinating fairy tale drawing to an inevitable black conclusion.
I’d say that NOS4A2 is dark fantasy while The Shining is horror if I had to say anything.
Ate at ON THE BORDER with the Mrs. Was annoyed with the sloppy craftsmanship of the, I suppose, OK food. The vegetable fajita didn’t have enough vegetables in it and the flour tortillas were overly thick and malformed. The lime sauce for the fish tacos my wife ordered was nonexistent. She asked for it and was bought a cold slaw cup size of thousand island dressing which further irritated me.
The waitress was really nice, so I didn’t have anyone to yell at, not that I yell at anyone anyway, but I was secretly miffed and vowed that when I got the multimillion dollar book deal, we’d never eat at a franchise again.
Reading Stephen King’s The Shining. Very good. Different from the movie. more character driven. What happens is just as weird, but Jack and Danny and Wendy aren’t as weird. They’re much more normal and relatable. I’m not sure how Doctor Sleep could be any better as so far The Shining is a really, really excellent and sets a insane standard, but we shall see.
Cool illustration obviously connected to NOS4A2. I’m not sure who did it or where it’s from.
By coincidence also reading King’s son Joe Hill’s NOS4A2 and that’s coming along well. It certainly has horror elements but is more adventure fantasy. The kind without elves. It reminds me of of another King family favorite of mine The Talisman, but with more humor. I don’t want to say whimsical, because that gives the wrong idea, but I’ll say whimsical, anyway, because my brains tired.
It’s about an old man named Manx who traps real children in a kind of dreamland in his head called Christmasland that despite its name is pretty sinister. And also about a motorcycle riding, tattooed mother’s quest to rescue her son from Manx’s clutches. I don’t know this synopsis makes the book sound as good as it is, but if you read it, your going to enjoy it. So far, 4 stars AAA+
I wish I could always be reading books as good as these two. I really don’t want them to end.
Then I’m going through various self help books, mostly new thought. One’s written by a conservative republican christian who my near socialist parents would have considered the enemy. They’re kind of good, (the books, not my parents), but I’m a little smirky about ‘em. There’s a lot of this simple system will change your life forever which sounds a bit con artisty to me. Maybe these simple systems will change my life forever. Who knows? Trying to give them the benefit of the doubt, but I’m reminded of bad commercials:
Music is OK, particularly jazz. I like the bebop stuff. It tickles my brain. Don’t know who anyone is though, as opposed to a serious jazz student who know what Dizzy Gillespie ate for breakfast in January 1945 on Thursday.
I’ve been listening to a lot of electronica; hypnotizing rhythms, but sort of like watching TV. I feel stimulated while I’m listening, but afterwards, empty. Maybe I just need to find the right kind.
Novel’s coming along.
Yoga’s coming along.
I’ll have to get a teacher and join a yoga class, eventually. There are so many incompetent teachers though. Of anything. Even mean ones.
On holiday for awhile. Kept up novel writing on my laptop, but didn’t keep up with posting. Actually, to be completely honest and I know you’d never want me to be anything less, my novel writing kind of went down in production also, although I hung in there. About a hundred pages into my first rewrite and now going all the stronger.
Went to a horror convention. And also, a beach town.
The horror convention was a horror convention.
Famous actors, fun films, a nice hotel room.
We saw a question and answer with Danny Glover–very laid back and one with Malcolm McDowell, not particularly so.
Creepshow and Predator 2 played on the silver screen and Carrie Fisher was the guest of honor, but the lines were too long for her, so we skipped.
All the men have wild tattoos and look like bikers All the women kind of do too. Me and the Mrs. fit in like fish on land, but everyone’s really nice to us and we always have a good time.
Nice weather. OK other job. I really wanted to write, today, which I did do, but if I didn’t have my other job, I’d write even more. I’m lucky to have a relatively pleasant other job with a cool boss, but I’ll whine anyway. That’s what my blogs supposed to be for. To whine and whine and whine. [Actually, that's not at all what my blog's supposed to be for.]
I’m not sure William Zinsser would approve of this place. Even though he says he likes informal writing in On Writing Well: The Classic Guide to Writing Nonfiction; it can’t be too informal or something. I don’t know. I have to admit I just glanced through the book. I really bought it for my wife who wants to write nonfiction for magazines and newspapers. She has a lot of natural talent in this department.
Almost finished Synchronicity. Surprisingly, although it’s aggressively dismissive toward angels, fairies, unicorns, Zeus, God, Goddesses, magic, and faith in general, (including these as causes of the titled subject), I like the book quite a lot. It claims synchronistic events are only a mirror of an individuals thought patterns and beliefs whatever those thought patterns and beliefs are.