I meant for my last post to be a weekend wrap-up, but then I started rambling about Lisa Carey, and, well. So that was Friday night. Saturday I did some errands, and watched some season 2 Buffy episodes during lunch, and talked to Lisa for a while, went to dinner, got some reading done, and had a generally pleasant day.
Sunday I woke up with three story snippets in my head, including the beginning of the ending for the Cheesy Romance™, so I had to dash for the laptop and write them. After that I was starving, and I put in the next Buffy DVD (not sure which episode, maybe “What’s My Line 1”) while I made lunch. Twelve hours later I was watching the finale. I’m not quite sure what happened in between, except that at some point I moved the coffee table aside to do yoga, and sometime later I made dinner, and when I was done I had plot ideas for the Cheesy Romance and the three sisters book, and notes about Bible passages and plot stuff for the big sprawling fantasy book.
I’m not sure what it is about that particular season that sparks story thoughts. Technically, season 3 is a better story, and there isn’t a bad episode in the set. Season 2 has its share of dumb episodes and inexplicable plot mishaps, but it’s magical anyway.
Maybe my subconscious is trying to fix all those little onscreen missteps. Or maybe I just like the rocket launcher.
Wow. You shed the blood of your baby. I salute you.