write(?) / feel (?) / feral morkie

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Fact: the length of these posts is indicative of the quality of the morning's progress on the MainFictionThing(s) / the work at hand: short here = long there; long here...

Not that these are an "instead of" – rather, they are a tool to clear away cobwebs and to write something, anything. But, as of this morning at least, I'm still staring at screens / scribbling by hand (or what remains of my hand – my left one, the dominant hand, naturally – after The Morkie went feral (again) yesterday morning (she takes her status as eldest dogchild (much too) seriously, RESPECT MY AUTHORITAW, etc etc) and I had to step in and break it up; handwriting not happening for a bit), in search of that rhythm that brings it together. And I'm not hearing or feeling it. Yet.

Question I wrote to myself in large block all-caps: WHAT DO I NEED TO WRITE TO FEEL THIS? (Alt, I suppose: WHAT DO I NEED TO FEEL TO WRITE THIS?)

Rewatched THE FUGITIVE for the umpteenth time this weekend and it remains one of my favorite films (need to publish a list of those sometime). Everything just works, clicks – in spite of apparent production issues with the script leading to Tommy Lee Jones and Harrison Ford rewriting much of it on the fly: let them rewrite more things. All the things.

Like this thing.

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MacroParentheticals 0089, a 2200-word tome on the tenth anniversary of COMICSTORYWORLD, is now in the inboxes of subscribers, so non-fic/zuihitsu morning brain is at low ebb but I can't let this bit of local-ish flavor go unmentioned:

An unnamed business on Canterbury Road contacted Westlake Police on Thursday, Oct. 13, at around 10:45 p.m. after receiving suspicious voicemails.


The individual contacted police after hearing a man leaving a message about "putting a five grand hit on another person."


"It's a five grand hit on him," the unnamed suspect said in the voicemail. "I don't care where he's at or what he's doing or who he's with."


According to Westlake Police Department, investigators discovered that the caller misdialed a person's phone number when he left the messages at the Westlake business.


"We weren't sure what we were getting into," Capt. Jerry Vogel told 3News, "if it was real or a prank or what."

A prank it was not.