We just watched Indiana Jones & the Raiders of the Lost Ark, which really holds up surprisingly well. I didn’t see it for the first time until…I don’t know, sometime in the late nineties, but I remember thinking that the heroine didn’t suck, and in fact, upon watching it again, I kinda think she’s the best damned female lead of the 80s. Not insipid or reliant on Indiana to save her in a crunch, even if there was a little too much “INNNNDEEEEEE!”-ing.
Got through chapter 12 today and started on 13. I don’t know if I’m doing quite the right things, but I’m giving it a shot, and if I’m not, well, I expect there’ll be a wall to smash into soon. :p Revisions are so much more complicated than first drafts. There’s so much more story to hold in your head. Right now I feel like I’m trying to hold on to dozens of creepy crawly spiders that keep getting through my fingers and scurrying off. And I don’t like spiders. -.-
miles to Minas Tirith: 125
ytd wordcount: 80,000
sekrit number: 8
So sexy.
“Well, where doesn’t it hurt?”