When we were at Dallas Comic-Con Fan Days on Saturday, we had close-up seats for Bruce Campbell’s Q&A, and one of the tasty treats he brought for his fans was the short trailer for the remake of Evil Dead. (He’s not in it, but he’s co-producing, so consider it sanctioned – would he be promoting it if he didn’t approve?)
Today, of course, the OFFICIAL trailer was released – the “Evil Dead Red Band” trailer. You can see it on IGN or YouTube, but, because I’m really, really nice. (And because I’m re-embracing the love of horror I had as a teenager and sort of stifled as an adult) I’m sharing it here.
Warnings? Hell, yeah. Not Safe for Work, Not Appropriate for Viewers Under 17, Those Who are Squeamish, or Those Who Hate Violence and Gore.
All this week, I’ve felt a bit like my life is on cruise control, except that while I’m going at a steady pace, there’s no one doing any navigation, so I’m just running in circles. It’s a frustrating feeling, because it’s this|close to stagnation without quite being so.
I did all my paid work this week in an unhurried fashion, and still finished it in time to get my invoice in yesterday. I’m where I need to be on some writing (paid and not) due tomorrow. I’ve worked out twice so far this week even though I had my period (I totally get a gold star for working through menstrual cramps, even if I have to give it to myself). I’ve edited a bunch of stuff for a good friend, and recommended her website to two other good friends.
I’ve taught the new foster dog (Zelda the boxer, who has been with us for nearly two weeks now) what her name is, and where her bed is. She’s taught me what her “I need to pee Right NOW” signal is. We’re working on commands like sit, stay, and come. She’s playing with my big, sweet pointer Maximus (aka Maximus the Monster Pup), now, and no longer getting all growly when one of the other dogs tries to take her abandoned bones.
But I haven’t been working on any of my own stuff. Not my creative non-fiction project. Not my novel. Not the super-skeret project I’m co-creating with a friend. Not the short story. Not even my fanfiction. I’m not blocked, exactly, just feeling really tired, and like I need to spend some more time reading before I do more writing.
I write every day for some reason or another, but I don’t always write what I want to write.
And I feel like I’m locked in cruise control mode, but not quite sure where I’m going.
I’ve been taking a bit of a blog break over the last two weeks, and have been spending time with our current foster dog (and my own dogs), and hanging with our house guest, and cooking from A Feast of Ice and Fire.
I’m having fun, but I’m also not getting enough sleep, and I’ve been doing some offline plotting or planning in an effort to be less attached to my laptop.
Real posts will commence soon. In the meantime, I’m re-reading sections of Laura Ingalls Wilder’s novel Farmer Boy because as part of dinner this week, we’re switching from pseudo-medieval cooking to retro-Americana, with a dish of fried apples and Onions (it seems like a nice thing for fall).