Day 67. Three days to go. Nothing today.
Too busy writing to write today, at least on the blog. Trying to write, anyway. Weekend was as hopeless as usual but I’m still trying to claw my way to the end of a few chapters. This week should do it for book three, anyway.
Some friends came over and we watched The Artist, which we hadn’t seen yet. If you haven’t seen it, you should. It’s that silent movie that made all that noise (boom) back in 2011 or so. Well worth the Oscars it picked up. Very well acted, brilliantly put-together, very touching and powerful story, and the use of sound – amazing.
Not entirely sure why Malcolm McDowell deserved a main credit, but I guess he had an important role.
Back to work.