True North
Mar. 12th, 2005 01:04 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
clayhornikWell.
I've picked up The Novel again. I realized I'd invested way too much time and energy in it to simply throw it away. I'd been referring to it as The Novel, but it's got a title: True North. It's about retail. And hockey.
Reading my notebooks the last couple of days, I realize how i hit the wall... it happened the same time as the holiday season was getting started. I hate that time of year, so something somewhere seized up.
That's my theory.
So back to work.
--
But before I do...
I saw Agatha Christie's Black Coffee at the Little Theatre of Norfolk last night with Ross and Mike from downtown. Fun. The play was, obviously dated, and full of Christie's ever so subtle Anglo-Centric racism- of course the poisoner is Italian... look at the Borgias. The solution was obscured in part due to an archaic household item. The performers were... capable. I mean, it was volunteer community theatre, and they've got to be admired for effort as much as talent. The standout in the cast was Mark Haynie as Hercule Poirot- he was no David Suchet, but neither was he a Tony Randall.
--
No Midnight Madness tonight... I'm watching a tape, but it's of CBC Friday night. This Hour Has 22 Minutes, The Red Green Show, The Royal Canadian Air Farce, and Made In Canada. I call it research.
Really.
I've picked up The Novel again. I realized I'd invested way too much time and energy in it to simply throw it away. I'd been referring to it as The Novel, but it's got a title: True North. It's about retail. And hockey.
Reading my notebooks the last couple of days, I realize how i hit the wall... it happened the same time as the holiday season was getting started. I hate that time of year, so something somewhere seized up.
That's my theory.
So back to work.
--
But before I do...
I saw Agatha Christie's Black Coffee at the Little Theatre of Norfolk last night with Ross and Mike from downtown. Fun. The play was, obviously dated, and full of Christie's ever so subtle Anglo-Centric racism- of course the poisoner is Italian... look at the Borgias. The solution was obscured in part due to an archaic household item. The performers were... capable. I mean, it was volunteer community theatre, and they've got to be admired for effort as much as talent. The standout in the cast was Mark Haynie as Hercule Poirot- he was no David Suchet, but neither was he a Tony Randall.
--
No Midnight Madness tonight... I'm watching a tape, but it's of CBC Friday night. This Hour Has 22 Minutes, The Red Green Show, The Royal Canadian Air Farce, and Made In Canada. I call it research.
Really.
