Here I am again, awake at an ungodly early hour on the weekend. Typical.
Watched Bubba Ho-Tep yesterday. Matthew and I are of the opinion that it sprang into existence from an unnatural union of alcohol, a brain storm session with Bruce Campbell cracking everyone up with his “aged Elvis” impression, and someone saying “Wouldn’t it be funny if . . .?”
It was fun and quirky, but I feel no need to see it again.
1.4K on the “Island Love Story.” It’s officially a novelette now. I decided to go with my original concept. I’m heading into the homestretch. There’s a flashback in it. Usually I try to avoid flashbacks, but this one seems unavoidable. Eek.
Going to brew some tea, curl up with my laptop, and see if I can’t finish this over the weekend.