Fess Up Friday (Just Tell the Story edition)

I've been writing throughout the week and socializing like a fiend on the weekend. Big sigh. But how do you say no to drinking at new bars with visiting friends, 12-hour adventures with D. (a seasonal treat) that involve the recording studio, Elizabeth's, Apple Barrel and the casino and then matching R. and B. drink for drink at the local after said 12-hour adventure (never, never, NEVER again)? Why are y'all colluding to make me have fun? Stop the conspiracy! :) I need better willpower.

I wish I could say it'll be better this weekend. But with N. in town and J.'s birthday...that might not be likely. At least there will be less drinking...right?

And of course, with the t.v. I watched AI, yes, I did, and saw Kris win (very glad because though I love me some Glambert, I think Kris needed the positive reinforcement and we all know Adam needs nobody's approval to be hisself). It was a great finale, with a lot of fun performances. Could've done with less Gokey and more Alexis and Megan, but I thoroughly enjoyed it. Allison singing with Cyndi Lauper - AWESOME! And loved Megan and Michael with Steve Martin on "Pretty Flowers." I agree that "No Boundaries" is The Worst Song Ever, but Kris did an admirable second go of it (I prefer his to Adam's, and with a singer like Adam, that's probably no accident) and it was really good to see him embrace his wife right as the show signed off.

But probably the worst news for my book - So You Think You Can Dance started again Thursday. I love that show. Like seriously love it. Cat Deely is The Best Host Ever - case in point, she went to congratulate a contestant and being profusely sweaty after his audition, he was wary of messing up her couture jacket. She grabbed him in a hug, crowing, "Dry cleaning!" Hysterical.

Finished The Song Is You and while the plot got a little weird for me, the writing was always incredible and, most impressive of all, Arthur Phillips managed to consistently convey those indescribable things that music makes you feel. Utterly personal things and yet somehow universal at the same time. I'm reading some new books now (I can never read just one), so look to your right for that.

I took a quiz on Facebook called "Are You a True Bengali?" The questions were in Bengali (I assume, I don't know Bengali) and I used deductive reasoning and picked whichever answers sounded the best when I tried to read them out loud. Turns out I'm 100% Bengali. I thought perhaps the quiz was rigged, but one of my non-Bengali friends (lol) took the quiz and her result was of the "why, dude, why - why did you even bother to take this quiz?" variety. I feel like I have achieved something here.

Enough with that, my deadline is ticking ever closer, so the fun may have to be quarantined. Hands off Sunday! I have nine days left and I'm going to crush this sucker - just watch.

New words -
5.15: 183
5.17: 601
5.18: 1,714
5.19: 526
5.20: 637
5.21: 248
5.22: 710 (so far today, one monstrously difficult scene).

In a weird sort of reverse logic, it's a good thing to see fewer words because that means I have less new writing to do (don't worry, there'll be some whopping numbers coming up next week). I'm making some real strides in understanding a few things that eluded me previously. But I made the mistake of going to read the rules for a contest I want to enter soon and that stymied me for about a day and a half. Bad idea - I need every day and a half I can get. And I have a few of these hard scenes coming up, so I've been floundering a little bit.

But, as the card I wrote and put on my desk says: JUST TELL THE STORY!

It's a bit early, but on the 26th, I will have been writing this blog for a year. You won't hear from me again till the 29th with the last Fess Up Friday this month, so I thought I'd say something now.

In parting, some links:

D. worked on one of these top Sundance films.

Longest running fictional character.

Green Day takes on Wal-Mart. Finally.


JUST TELL THE STORY, EMILIE.