Friday was the 22nd birthday of one of my writer’s group members, so to celebrate, we had a pajama party write-in at her house last night, which resulted in words being written and epic sugar highs being achieved (there were 2 types of brownies, both with 1:1 sugar-flour ratios, lollies, chocolates, everything). There was also a large supply of stuffed animals on hand: the Orca of Wit for best lines, BAMF Hippo for epic fight scenes, and the Two Sharks; Super-Massive Epic Shark and Teeny Weeny Shark, to be held by the 1st Place and Last Place participants of any word wars that take place. More stuffed animals were added as the night went on, including the Penguin of Inferiority Complexes. I’m sure that somewhere in there I managed the final 20 minutes of my weekly 2 hours of writing. Probably more. Either way, I wrote 930 words, so I’m calling my writing goals met for this week.
I didn’t look into short story options this weekend, because both days of the weekend I was out all day. I did make it around to all my sponsor people. So that’s good. I finished The Butterfly Storm by my friend, Kate Frost, and am currently reading The ColoradoKidbut after that, I think I shall make myself read The Nutcracker before I read anything else, so I can maybe return to Operation Sugarplum for a while. But yes. So basically, doing well.
Oh, oh! Also, I got to see Joss Whedon’s Much Ado About Nothing today, because my cinema decided to do a few more screenings of it. Benedick and Beatrice are my favourite Shakespearean couple and have been so ever since I saw a production at uni a few years ago. I recently purchased the digital download of the David Tennant/Catherine Tate RSC production, so I have to admit, I was comparing this version to that one a bit, but overall I liked it. The RSC version is funnier (though Nathan Fillion was hilarious), just by way of being interpreted more that way, but the performances in the Joss Whedon one were wonderful, as was the cinematography and the music. After watching him as Leonato, I have decided I am adopting Clark Gregg as my unofficial dad.
Anyway, my neighbour has invited me up for a cuppa before bed, so I’m not going to harp on any longer. I’ll see you tomorrow for Mirth and Music Monday. 🙂