I’ve said it before; I’ll say it again. I hate Mondays. Just could not get into gear yesterday. Brain felt like it was coated in viscous ooze. The cold didn’t help matters, of course. I just wanted to pull the covers over my head when my alarm went off. Brrr.
Watched Branagh’s Henry V on Sunday. Yes, the man does Shakespeare good. Haven’t heard much from him these days. Wonder what project he’s working on now? It’s a true pity that he and Emma Thompson broke up. They had excellent chemistry.
Also watched True Lies. That is one of my all-time favorite spy-genre and Arnold movies. Much fun.
All writing efforts have sputtered to a painful pause until my brain can fully engage again. Managed to crank out another 800 words pre-Monday, though.
On an up note, Another Showcase, the fiction project being assembled by a co-Critter that accepted my story “An Interesting Week for Emmy” appears to be live. He’s got it up and running with a cover page, artwork, author’s page, and stories. There’s some formatting/HTML glitches I saw, but overall it looks pretty good. I think he’s still working on it as the publication date is supposed to be January 2004.
My first published-online full story. I still prefer hardcopy publication, but there are virtues to having more of an online presence.
Waiting for my check now . . . although I don’t know how he’s going to pay me. He’s a UK bloke. Initially there was talk of him issuing a check in sterling, but I suggested PayPal, and haven’t heard back from him. Need to call my bank and find out how much they charge for me to deposit foreign currency checks. Hmm.