I’m not going to lie: I’m one of those ridiculously “the glass if half full and there for the filling” kind of optimists that should probably be committed for half of the lunacy I inflict on the ones that are nearest and dearest to me.
But this week was hard. Getting to this afternoon has been a long slog of early wake-ups, endless coffee cups, irritated IMs to co-workers, and garden-variety shenanigans that managed to wear on me.
And David Bowie. And Alan Rickman. Cancer sucks and only robs the world.
I’m grateful that it’s Friday.
Listening to: My favorite Bowie song is “Heroes.” The Wallflowers did a passable cover of it for the Godzilla (1998) soundtrack but will never come close to the urgency of Bowie’s voice in the original. Thursday morning also found me musing about the first time I ever saw Alan Rickman on screen. In all honesty, it was probably “Robin Hood: Prince of Thieves.” (I remember one reviewer skewering Kevin Costner’s “So-Cal” accent, so out of place in Sherwood Forest.) But I prefer to think that my first Rickman movie was Anthony Minghella’s “Truly, Madly, Deeply.” Truly, it was this scene that was in my head when I read the news that Mr. Rickman had died.
Reading: I started and put down Brene Brown’s “Daring Greatly.” I’m torn between my mother-in-law’s adage that there’s too many books in the world to get stuck reading one that I don’t want to read and another writer friend’s recommendation that I really need to read this book. (i.e. – could be another “Big Magic” for me.)
Fiction Update: Had a meeting with my writers group on Tuesday evening and tried out the first scene of the short story that I’ve been working on. Got some great feedback – hoping I’ll find a couple quiet hours this weekend to work on finishing. (Like I told my group – I know how it begins, I know how it ends, it’s the middle that needs work. Oh – and I have a 4,000 word limit.)