Weblog Sin Pies

By Charley Daniels

Checking in … so … tired. I’ve been working a lot lately, so it’s pretty much impossible for me to come up with anything worthwhile to post here. What I do, essentially, is read other people’s writing all day. Then I rewrite it. Then I reread what I’ve rewritten. Then I usually rewrite it again. For a typical 500- to 700-word story, this lasts about a half hour, at which time I’ve rearranged it back to its original form (minus the requisite spelling, grammatical, and factual errors, natch) and then go refill my mug with hot water for tea and start the process anew.

What does that have to do with my writing, you ask? If I had even half of my brain functionality right now I’d come up with some awesome analogy to illustrate my problem. But I don’t have it in me. And that’s just it!

Anyway, I’d like to keep this from devolving into a little diary where I say things like, “This week, so far, is the worst” and “I had a burrito for lunch.” (Both of those things are true, by the way. See how I did that?)

I watched The Prestige tonight. Pretty good. Unfortunately I already knew half the ending because of an article I had to edit for work. It was an interview with Christian Bale in which he talked about his approach to the role. A good read, but I would have enjoyed it more if I’d seen the movie before I read it. I guess that’s life in the rip-roarin’ world of Hollywood. And everywhere else, for that matter.

Okay, this is getting dangerously close to becoming a journal entry. Thanks for reading, anyway. It won’t be long before I’m back in the saddle. Or at least back under the saddle. Or whatever you would call what I usually do around here.