I’ve been listening to a lot of Linkin Park’s old music this week as well as Amy Winehouse. Both she and Chester Bennington left us far too soon. They each added such soul to their music, and because of that, they touched us deep inside. They are greatly missed.
Despicable Me 3
This past weekend, the family and I went to see Despicable Me 3. In a nutshell, Gru and his newly found twin brother Dru take on a washed up 90’s villain who aims to teach Hollywood a lesson. Like all the previous movies in the franchise, it was cute and made you want to laugh. Given the end of the movie, it sounds like there might be a Despicable Me 4 at some point in the future. Sorry, no spoilers here. You’ll have to see it to know what I mean.
People either love or hate Starbucks, in my opinion. I enjoy the atmosphere and how the barristers really try to get to know me, though that experience is changing it seems given stuff that I’ve read and things I’ve seen. Back in 2012, Starbucks bought Teavana, but now in 2017, they’ve announced they will be closing all 379 stores.
Teavana’s teas are aren’t high-end varieties, but they do have that kind of price tag. Even so, it’s been my primary source for loose leaf tea due to convenience and their available selections. While Starbucks has said that they’ll continue to carry some loose leaf in the stores, it won’t be the variety that the Teavana locations had. I feel sorry for all those employees too! What a sad day for tea drinkers.
If It Weren’t For Bad Luck
This week I accomplished NOTHING. Zilch. Nada. Goose egg. I’ve been struggling with combining the three novels into a standalone story. From 50,000 feet, it looked like a fairly simple job. It turns out it wasn’t so simple. When I started stringing plot lines together, it all fell apart in my hands like wet cotton candy. Those threads ended up being threadbare.
Upon spreading out all the scenes before me, I found out that most weren’t character driven. A vast majority of it was just padding to move the various plot lines forward, events happening to my characters rather than because of the characters’ choices. External events have their place in stories, but they shouldn’t be the meat and potatoes of those stories.
When I look at actual threads and what really works, there’s just not enough to weave together. Not even close. I’ve been working on this story in some shape or fashion for three years now. And after three years, I have nothing to show for it. I essentially have to start all over again, and I’m not sure I can stomach that with this story.
Do I rally the fragments of my ego and the wispy threads of my story in an attempt to try writing this damn thing again? Or do I try to write something else? I don’t know. I feel like my heart has been scraped against a grater till nothing is left. Ugg.
I better go write some poetry.