Excuse me, do you have the time?…Thank you. Er, how about the day? Yes, I did ask what day it is. Okay, thanks. And also the month, if you don’t mind? Oh, May already, is it? How the time flies, and also drags, when you’re in the middle of a pandemic.
Oh, I’m not going to whinge about being bored. That’s an insult to the medical personnel, grocery store employees, and other essential workers who haven’t stopped helping the rest of us since this whole thing started. Bless them. Me, I’m still not working the day job (loosely affiliated with retail), yet I haven’t written those dozen novels I had been planning on writing either. And I like to bake, but not that much. Come on, now.
Let’s face it—what the psychiatrists and trauma experts warned us about, that we’re going to spend a lot of time doing nothing at all, is definitely a thing. Most important, they said it was okay to do that.
So I’ve embraced it. When the only motivation I have is to stare off into space, I’ve decided to stare at movies and TV shows instead. Read the rest of this entry
Two weeks ago I was spitting nails about the horrible season ender of Sleepy Hollow. Yeah, yeah, spoiler alert. Everyone should know this by now: Abbie Mills, the main character, was killed off. You can read my reaction to it here—I can’t bear to go through it all again.
As is probably apparent in my previous blog post, I was livid at not only the actual choice to kill Abbie off, but also the sheer ineptitude with which it was done. As a writer, I boggled at the ham-fisted fashioning of the season finale (series finale? at this point I hope so)…actually, at the entire trajectory of the show after the creators left at the end of the first season.
I’m still pissed—yes, still! it was that poorly done!—but once I started thinking about the why of it all, my rage got even hotter. So here’s another blog post, rant No. 2. Buckle up, and don’t say I didn’t warn you. Read the rest of this entry
I can has Halloween party?
Did you know that in the calendar the ancient Celts followed, New Year’s Eve wasn’t December 31? Nope. Their wheel of the year turned to a new one at midnight on a completely different date: October 31. On the night of Samhain, they believed, the veil between this world and the Other Side was the thinnest, and the living and the dead could pass freely through it. (Ditto on the eve of April 30, before May 1, Beltane, but to a lesser degree.) This was the origin of the traditions that we’ve come to cherish as part of our annual Halloween celebrations, although we tend to give it a much more sinister flourish.
But it’s not time to talk about Halloween just yet—hey, I haven’t even picked my pumpkins, and gods only know where my bat garland is. The reason I’m bringing up the turn of the year is because I think New Year’s in autumn works great. Of course, I can only speak from the northern hemisphere’s perspective, but up here, it just makes sense. The entire vibe is different. There’s so much change going on. I mean, look at it—the weather cools off abruptly (your mileage may vary, of course, depending on your latitude). The landscape changes color (ditto). The kids go back to school.
Oh—and another “new” thing begins: the fall TV schedule.
And here is where I start snurfling and feeling sorry for myself. Read the rest of this entry