Did a little creative thinking in the shower. Then wrote. Good momentum. Needed something off-beat. Came up with something unique.
Woke up at 4am this past morning. Something going on in the Valley, noises were helicopters perhaps. Can't be sure. Nothing in the news.
Not so sure about Stranger anymore. Parts are a bit disconcerting. A bigoted paragraph there, a smug chapter here, begins to taint the whole. Just because I don't know any writer who is able to divorce their own personal philosophy from that of their stories doesn't mean it's not possible... hmm.
Cut my chin. Looks ghastly.
Really want to go somewhere out-of-city, preferably out-of-state, super-preferably out-of-country. Feeling not trapped so much as relegated.
Captioned the fourth episode of a reality show about to start up again, and the task the contestants had to do was really cool. I am totally intrigued by doing something similar and will discuss it in more detail once the ep airs. Damn do I hate being unspecific. But rules is rules.
New word: bullstupid. It's like a swear, but better.