The Carnival hangover continues.
I worked twelve hours yesterday, including bar testing last night, so that could account for feeling drained this morning. It's probably a combination of the two--long day, post Carnival malaise--but I only have to get through today and tomorrow and then it's the glorious weekend again, which is quite lovely. These abbreviated work weeks always feel somewhat off, much as I love long weekends. I started work on Crescent City Charade yesterday morning but didn't get very far; I am thinking it wasn't smart to try to get it going in the wake of Carnival--smart or not, I am not beating myself up because it didn't come easy. I do have those days when nothing really comes out on the page, and it really can't be forced. (I mean, it can, but it usually ends up being such garbage it has to be completely redone or thrown out; on the other hand sometimes when I force it, it's hard going at first and then it truly gets going. I can usually tell the difference, though, and I could tell yesterday wasn't going to be one of those good days of work.)
In other good news, my editor liked Wicked Frat Boy Games, which was absolutely lovely news to wake up to. Now I just have to go over her edits. Hurray!
Paul and I are watching Big Little Lies on HBO and we're enjoying it so far; great performances not only by the actresses in the leads (Reese Witherspoon, Nicole Kidman, Shaillene Woodley, Laura Dern) but also good roles for the supporting males, and the kids are also pretty good. It's beautifully shot, and the suspense is doing a slow build. Paul did comment that it seemed a little Real Housewives of Monterey-ish to him, but I suspect that any film or television vehicle driven by women interacting is going to feel that way for a while.
I do enjoy the Real Housewives, I've never denied that; it's a fascinating phenomenon, and as 'staged' and manipulated as these shows can be (the Lifetime series UnReal did a really great job of tearing away the veil on these sort of shows; the first season was fantastic; I didn't watch the second season but from everything I've read it wasn't nearly as good as the first; I may go back and watch it at some point when I have time--I crack myself up); Alison Gaylin wrote a wonderful y/a ebook about a young girl whose family had a reality show called Reality Ends Here which I highly recommend. I explored the 'real housewives' in a Paige book called Dead Housewives of New Orleans (no longer available; long story) but because of rushing and publisher deadlines and so forth I wasn't able to make that book all I wanted it to be, so I am rebooting the concept and making it the Scotty book I am working (or not working, as the case may be) on, but it will be vastly different in this incarnation. Pretty much the only thing that is going to stay the same is the background set-up of the book; a reality show about social climbing upper class New Orleans women. I really want to get this right, you know?
And on that note, I am going to get my day going.
Here's a hunk for you, Constant Reader: