Watched the 2003 re-make of Peter Pan. Surprising myself, I enjoyed it tremendously. They did an excellent job with casting both Wendy and Peter. Both of those young actors are going to grow up to be hotties. I was especially taken with Rachel Hurd-Wood, the actress playing Wendy, both with how lovely she was, as well as her range. And it certainly had more depth than the Disneyfied version. Charming.
Matthew first-readered the folktale. He liked it, happily, and pointed out a couple things I’d overlooked, one of which made me giggle. Did a pair of passes, and it’s now at first draft and loaded into the Critters queue. It should go up next week. I need to do some crits this week, most definitely.
And now that that folktale is off my plate, my muse is all frisky and pleased with herself.
Muse: “That was fun! Let’s do another one.”
Me: “Fun? FUN? My idea of fun is not contorting my brain until blood and words appear on the screen.”
Muse: “You want some cheese with that whine? Suck it up. You’re a writer.”
Muse: “What are you waiting for? Type, biotch!”
Me: *sigh* “Yes’m.”
I adore that movie. It is darker, and if you watch it with the eyes that my Harry Potter fandom has given me there are down right creepy undertons. The cast is wonderful. Did you watch the making of extras? My daughter thinks the stuff about Tink is very interesting.
Actually saw it via a showing on cable rather than the DVD. Now I’m interested in Netflixing it to see the extras . . .
I swear there’s something in the Muse Water today. I did my own Bitch Muse entry this morning. And despite distractions, am getting my short story done first.
Hurray for productivity, no matter how snarky one’s muse is about it!
No kidding – and I do know the two things that get done NEXT now that I’m down to editing and exchanging the one story.
But you can actually debate the following point:
Is my Muse a bitch? Or… Am I my Muse’s bitch?
okay! ::giggle:: I want a blog from your muse.
Hah. That’ll be coming up right after I start a blog for Hobkin!
>Muse: “You want some cheese with that whine? Suck it up. You’re a writer.”
Hee. Muse with ‘tude. Me likes.
Heh. She’s a ginormous pain in the butt to live with, but ain’t all muses?
Whew, your muse is a real biotch. Hee. Hee.
Yep yep yep. The ole ball and chain.
Re: your Muse.
I think yours and mine are twins.
Makes sense. They’re surely all related. Ruthless taskmasters and capricious flibbertigibbets, every one.
If you don’t want your Muse, can I have her? Mine seems to have caught Procrastination off me. I’d rather have a frisky Muse than one who can’t wake up in the morning. Sigh.
From Dreamwind the Critter, who should soon have a Blog.
Re: Your Muse
Eep! Maybe you need to feed more caffeine to yours? Mine’s a total jitter-junkie.
Re: My Muse’s Caffeine
I have a 3-5 cup a day habit. I grind my own beans when I make coffee. And they are the super strong espresso beans and the cup is at twice strength. I use loose leaf Irish Breakfast tea in a diffuser instead of tea bags.
If I get any worse than that, I will be utterly unlivewithable. Trust me. I’ve been there. The people I work with used to keep a count of the cups of coffee I drank because they knew they’d get their heads bitten off if they asked anything after six cups.
Upshot of all this is, my Muse is NOT getting anymore caffeine. I think I need to cut down on my activities.