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Over breakfast (oatmeal with raisins and walnuts), I realized I am presently qualified for three jobs:

1) Writing
2) Writing
3) Time Lord

I forgot, yesterday, to write about the nightmare I'd just had (this morning's dreams were bad, but, mercifully, all but incomprehensible), and maybe that was for the best. But I remembered yesterday afternoon, so I'll write it down now. I (well, another me; the Me of Dream has a thousand forms, and rarely is she this me) discovered, much to my surprise that someone had made a film of Silk. Entirely without my knowledge. Finally, I was able to see it, and, to start with, it had absolutely nothing whatsoever to do with the novel. Secondly, it had clearly been filmed in the seventies, and was this weird quasi-exploitation thing filled with sordid hetero-normative relationships and guys sporting pornstaches. Like I said, this film had nothing at all to do with the book, nothing, but it was all over the place, and the dream seemed like weeks went by while I tried to understand how this abomination had been made. I woke up feeling vaguely raped. By the way, you can fool LJ into knowing how to spell heteronormative if you hyphenate the word to create a compound adjective, as above (and if you don't know what the word means, look it up). And, yeah, it sounds sort of funny, this dream. But it wasn't. It wasn't ironic ha-ha. It was truly infuriating.

Yesterday I wrote pages Seven, Eight, Nine, Ten, and Eleven of Alabaster #3. I thought I'd only written four pages, but then I was in the tub and Spooky was reading it (she's still not well), and she informed me I'd written Page Eleven. Yes, I have declared Page Eleven to be a proper noun. Anyway, among the things I've forgotten over the years is that it's very, very, very hard to write comics well, and if you think otherwise, you've never written comics. Anyway anyway, I'm now exactly halfway through #3. The deadline I warned my editor I was likely to miss almost certainly will not be missed, because I am incapable of not working. I just hope it's good, this book. And I mean utterly, fucking, blow-your-mind-away good.

And, another bit of yesterday, Brian sent me several rough cuts from the innards of the "teaser" trailer for The Drowning Girl that we'll be releasing in January. Let me just say, I think people will be astounded at what they see. I know I'm astounded. Mostly that we made this. Me and Brian and Kyle and Nicola and Sara and Dani and Spooky and Geoffrey and Ryan and everyone who donated to the Kickstarter crowdsourcing thingy. We made this! Anyway, I owe Brian an email, but the teaser nears completion, I think.

Currently, I'm trying to figure out how to shed about ten pounds (mostly around my waist), build muscle, and...you know...get the fuck into shape again. I'm too old to be this out of shape. Maybe it's no longer acceptable to speak of being in "bad shape." But fuck that. I am. Swimming this summer was helping a lot, but then it got cold. Mostly, I sit in this chair. My dietary habits are circumspect. I get virtually no exercise (even though my "rotten feet" are better, this is not a neighborhood for walking and jogging, and, besides, jogging ruins your knees and I already have bad knees from paleontology work). I don't sleep enough. My stress levels are through the roof. I work like a fiend. Most of my meds (while very necessary) come with a long list of awful side effects, including weight gain. I'm listless, and I'm winded by a single flight of stairs (a problem in this house). And don't think I'm chasing some incarnation of the "Beauty Myth." I'm 47.5, and I'd prefer not to develop diabetes or a heart condition or something worse before I'm fifty (remember: no healthcare here), and that means getting into shape. Spooky and I are talking about a trial gym membership. But what I really need is a swimming pool.

At least Indus got a good workout last night....

Date: 2011-11-26 05:29 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] briansiano.livejournal.com
Oh, pshaw. Yer too kind, dear.

But if I'm reading this correctly-- I should _not_ CGI porn'staches onto Nicole and Sarah?

Date: 2011-11-26 05:33 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] greygirlbeast.livejournal.com

I should _not_ CGI porn'staches onto Nicole and Sarah?

I don't know. That could be kind of cool. Like...an alternate cut!

Date: 2011-11-26 06:47 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] alumiere.livejournal.com
I know what you mean about the pool. Doesn't your area have a Y or a community center with an indoor pool? They usually have adult only hours at various points during the day, so you don't have to deal with young ones.

Date: 2011-11-26 07:26 pm (UTC)
ext_4772: (Clay. Bill...Clay.)
From: [identity profile] chris-walsh.livejournal.com
We could just start calling you 12, of course. And hope that a long overlap between you being here and 11 being here doesn't cause too many problems.

My dreams last night included me somehow comforting a sobbing Bill O'Reilly. I don't even know. (Apparently I also said something sardonic to him, but dammit I can't remember.) I'm lucky: I dream vividly but usually not disturbingly. That really is a gift.

Now I'm wondering what sort of work you would've written had you been writing fiction in the Seventies, which was its own kind of odd time in pop culture -- when something as odd and thoughtful as the Planet of the Apes series could be a hit, a mature Caitlin reacting to that time (maybe...a time-traveling Caitlin? You are a Doctor...) could've written fascinating stuff.

Date: 2011-11-26 07:29 pm (UTC)
ext_4772: (Baron2)
From: [identity profile] chris-walsh.livejournal.com
That said, I'm gladly taking the fascinating stuff you're writing right now, in this time.

Were you writing any fiction in the 1970s, by the way?

Date: 2011-11-26 08:40 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] lachendwolf.blogspot.com (from livejournal.com)
I'd pay to have a dream in which I'd rendered Evil Bill to sobs.

Date: 2011-11-26 07:39 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] ardentdelirium.livejournal.com
fitness-wise, I have been using fitocracy for support and motivation (it's like an RPG for exercise! You level and get quests and everything!) and using some low impact workouts from netflix streaming and the Roller Derby Workout as well (not so low impact, and mysteriously makes me sweatier than any other workout ever) and I've definitely shed some inches (dunno about pounds, I am scale-less)

If you are the next timelord, will you fly me to wales to meet Amy and Rory so we can live in a polyamorous relationship forever and ever?

Date: 2011-11-26 08:10 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] pwtucker.livejournal.com
You might like an at-home workout program that you buy on DVD. I know of a Tai Chi (http://www.beachbody.com/product/fitness_programs/tai-cheng-workout.do) one that is coming out, which is zero impact, great for flexibility and your joints, and will also help you shed pounds. Something along those lines might keep you going even when the Arctic has crept down to engulf your home.

Date: 2011-11-26 08:36 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] lachendwolf.blogspot.com (from livejournal.com)
getting in shape is a pain. Not comparing myself to you in any way, but for me, I tried swimming pools but I couldn't get past the feel of dead water. And like you, I LOVE beaches like mad. So that was a disappointment.

Also, if someone made Silk into a film w/o your contribution, I'd absolutely and with no compunction curb-stomp the fucker.

(sorry, in oddviolent personality. More measured personality will take over sometime, I suppose.)

Date: 2011-11-27 12:34 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] aliceoddcabinet.livejournal.com
Use the Y in Providence. About $60/month for a couple, and that's WITHOUT financial aid. You can pay monthly, quarterly, or even a whole year at a time. (I do that, with my tax return once a year)There's a swimming pool, yoga (from instructors without that condescending Yoga Smile) and also some spacemachines upstairs if you like to use those. They offer lots of classes, and the lap swim times are very generous, even for someone who's not a nine-to-fiver.

Date: 2011-11-27 12:46 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] ashlyme.livejournal.com
3) Time Lord.

That would be utterly, utterly ace. You've just described my ideal career choices.

Date: 2011-11-27 01:44 am (UTC)
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From: [identity profile] anghara.livejournal.com
"I realized I am presently qualified for three jobs:

1) Writing
2) Writing
3) Time Lord"

I am SO reading the same classifieds as you are...

(I have an advanced degree in SOmething Scientific but it's so long since I've been anywhere near cutting edge in that discipline - and never mind actual hands-on lab experience - that going back there is a non-starter, period. So yeah, writer and writer... but at least YOUR books seem to be in reasonable demand. I may have to try the Time Lord option, myself...)

Date: 2011-11-27 06:32 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] cucumberseed.livejournal.com
You would be an excellent Time Lord, but I prefer you, and I say this in total selfishness, as a writer. I was induced to running by fear of the diabetes as well as already having a benign (but more than a little disconcerting) heart condition. I have never come to like running, but I like being a runner enough to keep me running. It's similar to writing on shitty writing days for me. That said, I adore my bicycle, though depending on the badness of your knees, that may also be out as well. Also, depending on where you live, that could be more dangerous than walking or running (something about being on a bicycle makes you invisible to drivers). And then there is winter, but I have found that I cannot exercise in a single location, I must also travel (and dodge cars) or I get too bored to abide it.

Date: 2011-11-27 06:57 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] opalblack.livejournal.com
I've been slowly widening since I arrived at my parents' house. At least on the farm I had farm work to balance the sitting, and space to do yoga and work out. Here, I have none of those things, and it is driving me slowly batshit. I *like* doing yoga and working out, on my own, first thing when I get up, but there's too much clutter.

Date: 2011-11-28 11:31 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] fusijui.livejournal.com
re: the movification of 'Silk', I think I might get the rapeyness (rapiness?) of it, even though if I'm honest I'm also enchanted by the image of the movie you've given us and how much I would like to see it. And I'm sure I'm not the only fan of that novel who would. Er, right? Which is kinda like fondant curliques of authorial violation, ISTM.

If you find a gym you like, I'm sure a fan would spring for a membership, as with the Atheneum (sp? Fuck, nothing orthographopraxes right today) membership last year... I haven't been to my Y for months and don't really know why -- when I do go and work out, I leave feeling really great for hours and hours.

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