day 1
Word count: 2,023.
Movies watched: Let the Right One In, The Brood.
Chicken breasts bbq'd just before the rain came: Three.
Albums listened to: Didn't keep count. Many.
Trip to the pet store for cat food: One.
Beers: Three (so far, and that's probably all.)

Ok, so today isn't the "first" day of my "vacation", but it's the first non-weekend day, the first day with the wife and kids out for a chunk of time. I'm very pleased about the writing. Over the weekend, I was thinking of something jtglover said along the lines of how you can really go different places in your writing when you have uninterrupted time. I decided to take advantage of the circumstances and start something new, even though I'm close to done with another story. It felt important to just go freely into something, to maybe not labor quite so hard, to just let it go. It really feels like a long time since I've done that. Today, at least, it was quite successful, and I dig what I have going. Each day I'm going to write and not worry about where it's going. I need to just get into the heart of the Muse, to forget everything and just write.

So, yeah, movies. The Brood was pretty great, but it's Cronenberg, and he's great, what more is there to say? But Let the Right One In...fucking amazing. People who think horror movies are only about gore and terror should be forced to watch it. It was a beautiful movie, amazing, a love story so tender with characters so perfectly written (and acted, Christ, those two kids were just amazing!) You know how when you see a movie that moves you, shakes you, haunts you, you can't say anything? Like all the words don't do justice, they are just trite? Yeah. That's where I'm at. This genre is capable of incredible beauty, but it's still rare to see it achieved. I'm in awe, and deeply touched. I'll be thinking about Let the Right One In for a long time.

What will tomorrow bring? More writing. That's the only thing I'm willing to say for sure. A guy could get used to this.