I’m very tired…so here’s some fragmented recollections…
Drove to Kentucky over the weekend to see my teacher and one of my writing mentors, Nancy Perkins, get married. The drive was long and, at 3am, a very cute girl at the Super 8 Hotel desk complemented my fedora. Ah road crushes…so ethereal.
At the wedding I saw some fellow writing students and former teachers. Many people who never saw me in a suit before (I finally broke down this year, and got myself one). I decided to go all black…except for a red tie. Got lots of flattery. “Wow Josh, you look good!” “Doesn’t Josh look sharp?” “He looks like he drove a hearse.”
I took that last one as a complement.
Drove back home (6.5 hours). Picked up some things, and my serpentine companion, Lenore, and drove down to Eureka (3 hours). I slept a couple of hours at most and then had my first day of stage combat training. It was pretty grueling, running 8 to 5 (as it will for the next three weeks). I hurt in places I didn’t know I had.
We did a warm up (which was more of a work out). Practiced falls, unarmed combat, rapier techniques, and then quarterstaff. I think I enjoyed the rapier the most (I would have thought it’d have been the hardest). It felt very focused and right and it came to me easier than the other stuff. I like the foot work and the various stances.
And tomorrow begins another day so I’m going to drink some NyQuill and try and break my nocturnal ways…at least for the next few weeks. The other students think we should get some plastic light sabers and use some of our newfound skills in the evenings, after class, at the dorm house.
OK…time to sleep.
Oh…I advanced in the novel contest I entered. You can read about it HERE. I entered the contest, sending in a synopsis for a novel set in the company’s fictional world. Now I get fifty dollars and a chance to write the opening chapter. If I get passed that, I (and the other winners) get a thousand bucks and then write the entire novel. The best of that is chosen and given an advance on the royalties of the published book.
Wish me luck.
Now it’s time for sleep…
ahh… growing pains….
I remember when Dee and I first started stage combat in London, and yes, you will discover muscles you never knew you had (and bruises if Dee was your partner)!
And CONGRATS on the novel… it’s about time White Wolf gets a good writer! Good luck!
Re: ahh… growing pains….
Thank ya!
Yeah…the pain increases. High school basketball was not as grueling as this. And the mornings…oh God, the mornings!!!
good luck on the novel, that kicks major ass!
Congrats on your novel contest…though I’m sure none of us believed for a second that you wouldn’t advance. Ooooh double negative, bad me. Anyway, you were listening to Lucigen when you wrote this entry! That’s hot. You guys gotta come to the show Friday!!! I know you’ll be achy, but I’ll drive so that Captain Morgan and Jimmy Buffett can take all your pain away…
That sounds good…I’ll mention it to Nick in the morning.
curiosity killed the… well, bad joke.
I do not doubt that saying you look like you drive a hearse should can only logically be construed as a compliment… However, I am just curious, how DOES one dress to look like a hearse driver? Is it simply a little more gloomy than a taxi driver or what?? 😉 Heh.
Re: curiosity killed the… well, bad joke.
I’m not sure…I guess it’s just my happily dark, sardonically Halloween lovin’ demeanor, and being in all black (with a splash of red).
I don’t know…I was wearing pretty much the same color scheme as John Cusak’s (sp?) character in GROSS POINT BLANK and one of the other characters commented on him being dressed like a mortician…
Re: curiosity killed the… well, bad joke.
I LOVE that movie! Nothing beats going to a high school reunion and stabbing a guy with a pen…
Congrats & Good Luck with the novel contest!!!
YOU HAVE LENORE WITH YOU???? IN YOUR ROOM DOWN THE HALL FROM MINE?!
Win dat mofakka
Congratz on advancing to ze next round, man. Are you allowed to share your work with anyone other than White-Wolf? I wanna catch a glimpse of raw genius before refined by proof-reading. Ok so I lied, I just wanted a cheap laugh. Hook it up.
Re: Win dat mofakka
Thanks man. Good to see ya on live journal.