Saw a matinée showing of Finding Nemo yesterday. There were a lot of kids at it. Yes, I know: animated film from Pixar, G-rated, afternoon showing. I did indeed realize beforehand that there were going to be a mass of kids. For the most part, they were well behaved. But the one or two that insisted or screaming or crying throughout the movie were a bit rough on my overall viewing enjoyment. But, at least I didn’t have anyone kicking the back of my chair for the whole show.
Nemo was beautiful. Pixar really has their act together when it comes to breathtaking animation. And I really liked their sensibilities when it came to human behavior. We’re callous and unthinking towards animals! Yes, we are! Overall, Nemo is a sweet and charming flick. I recommend it to anyone who has a smidgen of whimsy left in their jaded, cynical souls.
We are out of coffee filters. Calamity! Catastrophe! Not a good thing! I’m eying the coffee beans, wondering how they’ll taste eaten straight and not coated in chocolate. Blargh. We’ll definitely need to make a coffee filter run.
My new clonazepam meds are fun. Yep, they’re fun. I took my dose late last night and then worked on updating my writing webpage (no, I didn’t code anything funky). After an hour or two, I got up to go wooze and giggle at Matthew. An hour after that, I tipped over and fell asleep. But there was some time in there where I was light-headed, euphoric, and giggly. So hurray for something amusing coming out of all the stupid meds I’m taking. I’m still a little wobbly now. And without my coffee I’m not sure how long it may last. But at least it’s a fun wobbly. Wheee.
Did three more passes on the new story yesterday. Managed to cull around 300 anti-words. It’s still longish, hovering at that border between short story and novelette, though. Sigh. I do tend to write to that length, the 7-8K death count. Oh well. I like the story. That’s the important thing.
Wow! You’re chattering like I do after lots of caffeine and some M&Ms. You are in rare form today! I’m LOL.
I do tend to write to that length, the 7-8K death count.
I think you and I should start a magazine for novelettes. We could at least sell copies in airports.
“I think you and I should start a magazine for novelettes. We could at least sell copies in airports.“
Buy a magazine, ma’am? Sir? Each tale in it is the proper novelette-length size for genre fiction, and was therefore unsalable to the other magazines. Please? Ma’am?
Heheheheh.
Buy a magazine, ma’am? Sir?
Well, of course I was thinking more along the lines of getting the airport bookstores to carry the mag. I don’t think the Hare Krishna approach works very well.
If people are willing to read novels, why not novellas and novelettes? The prejudice against them is an artificial by-product of publishing industry standards. What about those anthologies out there? Are they more friendly to longer works?
“What about those anthologies out there? Are they more friendly to longer works?“
Depends on the anthology. I’ve seen (and submitted to and been rejected by–lather, rinse, repeat) quite a few anthology markets that only accept longer works. The novelette I sold, “A Little Soul Music,” was to an anthology. And by manuscript count, “All in My Mind” in the Pixeltown anthology is a novelette too, although it’s right on the border. I think the word processor count for that one came in at 7300 . . .
But then, I’ve heard before that it’s easier to sell to anthologies than to regular magazine markets simply because they don’t have the backlog of stories that most magazines do.