Good afternoon.

I am writing this post at Boston Stoker, trying to work up the motivation to brave the cold and go home. Except for a bearded, corpulent fellow who is barefoot and reading a book, I am the only “customer” here. I put that in quotation marks because I finished my hot tea an hour ago, and am now more or less loitering.

Managed to write a little bit today. Not much, only 600 words. I’ve been fighting a damn cold all week and mostly losing. It’s been confined to my head, thankfully, so I haven’t been completely miserable. But it does seem to have fucked with my muse, a belligerent Brit who shouts at me, and I haven’t felt much inspired to write since Thanksgiving.

No, that’s not entirely accurate. I forgot that on Thursday I came up with a treatment for a short movie I’d like to make in the near future with Ryan. It’s called GENTLEMEN OF LEISURE for now. I’m going to let it percolate for a week or two, then write the script. It falls into the comedy/drama genre, which is much different from the sci-fi/urban fantasy I usually write. I’m going to have to stretch a bit to write it, and that excites me, which is reason enough to actually complete the script, even if it never makes it past the written stage.

There’s one more creative project that I’m entertaining doing: filming a live-reading of an old poem of mine called THE MONKEYS HAVE STOLEN MY CHEESE, but done in a “fireside chat” or Masterpiece Theatre style. I need to revamp the poem first before that goes anywhere. We’ll see if this one happens or not. At the very least, I think it could be fun to make.

It’s odd: the office closing and the intervening month seems like it has completely rejuvenated me, both creatively and in spirit. I want to make weird and fun things again, and hang out with people. I guess I never realized just how unhappy I had become over the last three years. Life has actually become enjoyable again, and being creative has been a large part of making it so.

Oh — the computer has just thrown up the low battery warning. Time to post this and scram.