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Trin’s been home sick from school. Either the beginning of an upper respiratory infection, or the end of a mild virus. But as all you parents know, the kiddo home from school disrupts the day. So I’ve got a page and a half to my credit today. Not even two pages. Crap. We are starting to go through boxes before we move stuff over to the addition, too. We’re down to the boxes that Jon and, or, I, have to make decisions on. Some things can simply not be left to others. There were other things, as well, business from New York. I’m giving it one more go for the day before raising the white flag. My goal is just another page and a half. Just four pages total. That’s all. Frankly, when a day has been this disrupted, four pages seems hard. My normal goals are just off the board for the day.
I’m sitting at my desk with Sasquatch, our youngest pug, asleep across my arms. I can feel his throat vibrate against my arm as he snores. I’ve got Nickelback’s SILVER SIDE UP on the head phones. It covers the sound of tools from the addition. We’re hoping it’s done by mid-October. The other three dogs are scattered around the room, on dog beds, and Phouka in her favorite haunt under the desk. I’m drinking tea out of my newest mug. It says “Big Bad Wolf” on it, the big bad wolf from the original Disney’s THREE LITTLE PIGS is the image that goes with it. For some reason the mug pleases me a great deal. I’ve been trying to decide if any of the werewolves in my world would enjoy it. If I can come up with anyone, you’ll get to see it in one of the books. A werewolf drinking out of a Disney, Big Bad Wolf, mug just amuses the hell out of me.
One quick note. I still don’t think THE BROTHER’S GRIM worked, and some parts of it were awful, but some parts of it were very striking. Some of it worked. There were images that are almost totally unique, and that have stayed with me swirling in my imagination. The part that pissed me off, I’ve dealt with, and now I’m left with the images that worked. The visuals, and moments, that might not be as striking on the small screen. I still say go to the cheap show, or some such, but if my opinion might keep you from going at all, then go see it. Just ignore the whole making fun of the French, which I think could have been taken out entirely, and a little fixing of the script would have gotten us to where we needed to go. For the moments that sing, it’s worth going, just be prepared that some of it not only doesn’t sing, but it strangles on it’s on mixed intentions.