Does it get any more exciting than this?
It’s easy to appreciate fans’ inability to let Joss Whedon’s Angel go quietly into rerun heaven. Some of the sting of last season’s Buffy the Vampire Slayer finale was lessened by knowing that the characters would continue to fight the good fight on Angel. But now that the Charmed-gets-renewed-and-Angel-doesn’t network went all Mister Pointy on the lovable vampire and his team, audiences are about to be completely Jossless for the first time in seven years.
Aye, there’s the rub, folks. We’re Jossless. Charmed gets renewed; Angel doesn’t. Perky girls with funky witchy powers in a soap opera versus a darker good-vs-evil-and-which-is-which-anyway show with better writing. Of course it got axed.
Don’t mind me. I’m just bitter. Bitter about Angel and this wretched manuscript.
And of course, Track Changes has just crashed Word.
Ah, yes, I remember this headache slyly insinuating itself between madness and reason…
You’ll never guess what I’m doing.
Yes, indeed. Editing the manuscript of that book which has landed in my inbox yet again. This time I’m answering the copy-editor’s final questions on the ultimate rewrite.
La la la, I can’t hear you — mainly because if I do I’ll say something very uncomplimentary that you likely don’t deserve, because I have about this much patience today. (Imagine me holding two fingers touching each other. Yes. Touching.)
I keep thinking a grim mantra which goes something like this: My book will be different… my book will be different… when I finally get around to working on it again, which was originally on today’s agenda… my book will be different….
I chose today as the inaugural day to begin typing the spellcrafting book, it being International Creativity Day and all. I had a few point-form notes that I’d written down in a notebook on Monday, and as I typed them out I expanded upon them, just as I’d planned. And then, out of nowhere, I was writing pages about Maslow’s Hierarchy of Needs and why so many spellbooks concentrate on basic needs like prosperity and love.
No, I’m not sure where it came from either. It never occurred to me before, although it certainly makes a lot of sense.
April 21 is International Creativity Day, which gives you complete and total license to doodle when you ought to be working. The creative collective I belong to (tentatively named the Penslingers, pending any veto) has planned an evening meeting at HRH’s studio to do art stuff, try out new techniques, and generally celebrate how creativity is cool.
I, of course, will be at orchestra, celebrating in a different way.
So enjoy a round of gardening, dancing across intersections, random poetry, web design, cooking, calligraphy on an address label, sewing, or rearranging your furniture. Everything is creative. Think outside the box, and congratulate yourself for doing it. The creative force fuels our lives, initiates evolution and progress, and besides, it’s fun.
Damn. I’m out of antihistamines.