This will be a short post, because I don't have much to write about. I've been extraordinarily lazy this week. I wrote a very short story fragment on one of my typewriters and went to SlugTribe (Austin genre critique group.) That's it.
There are lots of excuses I could make, or justifications, but I'll just be blunt instead: I needed a break (clearly), so I took one. I'm certainly not blocked; I have a ton of ideas, including the seeds of my next novel. This was part of the intention behind pushing so hard on my "on" weeks--an "off" week doesn't kill my yearly production schedule. Of course, this assumes my "on" weeks are sufficiently productive, which hasn't quite been the case so far.
Enough of all that. I almost forgot two other tidbits. I've been doing critiques for Critters online workshop, which should prove enlightening, and I did manage to lose my weekly pound. So this week isn't a total loss.
Media Breakdown: I watched The Rum Diary. It was good, but felt slow paced and overly long compared to the book. It was a 2 hour movie, and I figure it should have been closer to an hour and a half. Still worth watching, though. I'd give it a solid B.
And that's all he wrote, folks. See you next week, when I will (hopefully) have more engaging reportage to, uh, report.