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Hermitage 2.0
Apr. 10th, 2008 11:47 amI was lamenting to ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
little_dinosaur how stressed I've been over HEFNER MONOLOGUES stuff of late, namely the constant trimming/slashing of the original show and my difficulties finishing the new script. More and more, I told her, I just wish I could be writing the Harvey Dent novel. It's just a joy to write that book, even if it's a likely-unpublishable side passion project.
Miss Sam considered this, and proving her utter awesomeness yet again, responded:
"The Harvey Dent novel is like your hot mistress. You just have to put the magic back in your relationship with the Monologues! Not that you should leave your Dent-mistress. But your wife is pretty hot too."
Yes, I feel that's quite astute. Perfect reason to go to play hermit for a couple more days. The wife and I will be spending the next few days in the mountains together, alone, trying to bring the spark back into our marriage. Just the two of us, maybe a bottle of wine from Judge "Day in Traffic Court" McKenna's vineyard, several cans of Amy's soups, some Hot Pockets, ramen, and Cadbury Fruit and Nut bars (William Peter Blatty's creative "power food").
This means no working cell phone and limited internet access since they only have dial-up. I'll be able to check e-mail occasionally, but LJ will be severely hampered. Which is for the best, as LJ really is the biggest distraction I face as a writer, using up precious time and energy that should be better devoted to my wife and/or mistress.
Indeed, from a creative perspective, I think LJ is kinda like internet porn. But I'm still working on that metaphor. Maybe I'll give it some thought while I'm up in--
*slap!*
You stop those wandering thoughts right now, buddy-boy!
... yes, HEFNER MONOLOGUES script, sorry, HEFNER MONOLOGUES script.
That's more like it! Now go to the mountains and start writing me!
Yes dear. I love you, dear.
Hmph. I should have listened to my mother.
Be back Sunday, folks.
little_dinosaur how stressed I've been over HEFNER MONOLOGUES stuff of late, namely the constant trimming/slashing of the original show and my difficulties finishing the new script. More and more, I told her, I just wish I could be writing the Harvey Dent novel. It's just a joy to write that book, even if it's a likely-unpublishable side passion project. Miss Sam considered this, and proving her utter awesomeness yet again, responded:
"The Harvey Dent novel is like your hot mistress. You just have to put the magic back in your relationship with the Monologues! Not that you should leave your Dent-mistress. But your wife is pretty hot too."
Yes, I feel that's quite astute. Perfect reason to go to play hermit for a couple more days. The wife and I will be spending the next few days in the mountains together, alone, trying to bring the spark back into our marriage. Just the two of us, maybe a bottle of wine from Judge "Day in Traffic Court" McKenna's vineyard, several cans of Amy's soups, some Hot Pockets, ramen, and Cadbury Fruit and Nut bars (William Peter Blatty's creative "power food").
This means no working cell phone and limited internet access since they only have dial-up. I'll be able to check e-mail occasionally, but LJ will be severely hampered. Which is for the best, as LJ really is the biggest distraction I face as a writer, using up precious time and energy that should be better devoted to my wife and/or mistress.
Indeed, from a creative perspective, I think LJ is kinda like internet porn. But I'm still working on that metaphor. Maybe I'll give it some thought while I'm up in--
*slap!*
You stop those wandering thoughts right now, buddy-boy!
... yes, HEFNER MONOLOGUES script, sorry, HEFNER MONOLOGUES script.
That's more like it! Now go to the mountains and start writing me!
Yes dear. I love you, dear.
Hmph. I should have listened to my mother.
Be back Sunday, folks.
