Day Twelve and I'm reading a lot more

I actually became inspired at work today and wrote a bunch about the main civilization in my upcoming book. That feels good. Upcoming. Like it's actually going to be published. It could be.

Anyway. I wrote out some stuff for about a half an hour altogether. Details and vague things about this and that to do with my people. It was ... a little daunting to be putting it on paper. If I plan too much, I get choked up. Maybe I'm afraid of success, I don't know. It could be.

I drew some more pictures of the main character, who is a girl. But not your typical "I'm going to prove myself better than the boys" type of girl. I don't want to teach girls to do things just to prove themselves "better" than the boys. They shouldn't have to feel that way, in the first place. A bit more than a little utopian, I'm sure.

I finished "Percy Jackson and the Olympians Book Two: The Sea of Monsters". Read it, too, in a day. They're enjoyable, but I do get irritated sometimes about the sequence. Here it is:

Bad, bad, bad, good-wait-no-bad, bad bad, kind of good, bad, bad, bad, good -- NOT, bad, bad, good, bad, bad, bad, good. And the ending? Usually lukewarm. It's not good or bad in the sense of bad luck v. good luck. It's just ... annoying to read about all of these bad things happening and the kid can't seem to get a break. Come one! I like drama and everything as much as the next girl, but constantly? I enjoy my happy endings, thanks. But anymore, they seem wishy-washy and a lot of authors don't want to write them. Like an unhappy ending is the only way to get anyone to read anything anymore.

I'm going to bring back the happy ending. And I'm going to do it with ...

Nope, not gonna tell any specifics. I'm so freakin' paranoid about it. But I'm going to do it. I'm going to help make the happy ending good again. In fashion. En Vogue. America's Next Top Model will be hailing me as bringing happy endings back on to runways in Paris, Milan, South Africa, London, Tokyo... And I'll be there talking to the girls about how to get into character.

Sure, you can talk to an actress, but good and true acting is becoming a rare thing anymore. There's no passion. No fire and no drive to just do a movie to do it. Take away all the too-big paychecks and how many actors would continue doing it for the love of the craft? I bet I can count them on half a hand and they'd all be over the age of 50.

Tell me I'm wrong.

I mean... Gossip Girl? I tried to read the book, really. I thought there had to be something to it if everyone liked it. But it was shallow, degrading and just horrifyingly vapid. I stopped reading it. Hell, I even returned the book to the store where I had purchased it within the hour. I have never done that before. And I suffered through books 1 and 2 of Twilight. Yes, I put myself through that, but not even my Constitution could save me from book 3. I think I rolled a negative number on my Fortitude Save. Poisoned. It was awful.

With that loving D&D reference, I am going to take a nap and then go see the new Sherlock Holmes movie with my husband and mother-in-law. It'll be fun! Expensive, but fun.