Black Satin, George Barbier
Think I’m compressing too much in Sweet Taboo; must give the story space to breathe. Also, my ghostslayer Nathaniel is not right for this story afterall. He’s taking it down a distracting path, putting a blind curve in my sweetly winding road. I don’t want to go there so Nathaniel–back to the swamp with you!
Got my dvd sets of True Blood and Blood Ties yesterday. Watched two delightful episodes of True Blood. Also, from Netflix, watched Deliverance, which I’d not seen, ‘though I did read the novel–I think, years ago. Excellent film. The scene that really touched me, which brought home the theme, was where Jon Voight’s character cries at the kindness of the folk at the dinner table, after the terrible ordeal he and his river-touring buddies went through. Both novel and film are superbly structured from that singular incident that turned a pleasure trip into a nightmare and its effect on each of the characters–a writing lesson right there. At the movie’s end, each of the surviving characters was significantly changed from how they were at the movie’s start, and you could see it in the subtle performances of Voight, Beatty, and Reynolds.
Seems I’m back to posting again. That’s a good sign. d:)






















