I really don't have time to write anything this week.
My work schedule is very demanding, at least this week. I think next week will be better, as the payroll deadlines will have passed.
So why try at all?
Like the compulsive runner who's missed a few days, or the aspiring Olympian who's been unable to take their 40 zillion morning laps around the pool, I get jittery when I don't write in the morning. It has become too ingrained into who I am.
So here it is. Missing a couple of days has left me low. I didn't even prepare a story for our Writer's Guild meeting last night. I feel compelled to write something, even it is short, or a darting quota of in-coherency.
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What's up with the way NBC is presenting the Olympics? They do two of the gymnastic rotations early on and then wait until 11 or later to wrap up the other two? You know there's not that big of a gap between rotations. They are trying to suck you along so that you'll stay tuned to the whole program. Fifteen years ago, that might have been a good strategy, but it no longer works. People will DVR the event, or live stream it if they can. Most people don't sit through stuff they don't have to anymore.
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My favorite Summer Olympic event is team handball. Why not? Americans don't ever get to see it anytime else. A team handball game is one of the events I got to see when the Olympics came to Atlanta in 1996, and it was the only one that featured the American team And what a team they were! They were horrible, and they looked out of shape, like a bunch of frat boys who decided to take on n Olympic event that no one else wanted to do, just to say they'd made the Olympics. The USA goalie looked like a cross between John Belushi and John Candy, and it was almost as if I could picture him playing smoking a cigarette and holding a beer in his hand.
Great times, and now I look at each game with that wave of nostalgic feeling. Viva la team handball!
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Summer TV is dimming as far as network scripted shows go, so it is time to explore the streaming world. Finally finished 11/22/63, and I have to say, it's not my favorite Stephen Kkng book. But at least we had the charm and rhythm of King's writing, whereas the TV series just had the stiff acting of James Franco, and a lesson about time travel that The Twilight Zone could have wrapped up in an half hour episode.
So on to hopes for the next time travel story on TV, which will be NBC's series, Timeless, scheduled to start this Fall. The promos look excellent, but we'll see. My expectations for this genre are always too high, and I'm always left feeling disappointed.
I guess if I want good time travel stories, I'll have to write them myself.
That sounds arrogant, but what the heck! Live on the edge.
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If you are still a Trumpeteer after the last two weeks, if you still can convolute a case in your mind that is A-okay to put this narcissistic con-man in control of the nuclear arsenal, then I almost feel sorry for you. Please. Get out of the clown car before it implodes.
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Crapamundo. I'm already out of writing time again.
Wanderingly yours.
T. M. Strait
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