First Snowfall, Marx, Headaches and Spots

Slept on and off today, and otherwise sat at the computer and did research. Took breaks by watching the Marx Brother's Night at the Opera in pieces. Opera, and Day at the Races were more popular than their earlier films, cause Thalberg slowed down their humour and interspersed it with a traditional romantic comedy storyline. The earlier ones are probably a better reflection of what they were like in vaudeville--complete mayhem and nonsensical mile-a-minute jokes, so they're my faves. (And  But it was fun to see Opera again, and to watch something inspiring when writing.

(My fave part is that the boys put "Take Me Out to the Ball Game" into the musicians' papers, so the orchestra suddenly goes into it partway into the overture.)


It's almost 9 AM. I slept so weirdly on and off today that I'm determined to just keep working, now that the writing is finally coming again. Problem is my sleepy time pill WILL try to take over at some point. We shall fight it! In the air, on the seas, fight fight fight!

Here are my writing buddies egging me on: The brass fish my grandfather used to have on his desk; the kitty clock my step-mother gave me; Writer Smurf that Ms. Li gave me for Christmas one year, the Alex Ross Wonder Woman my husband bought me, and of course Yoda.



Now we are all gazing at the snow. You can see by my headphones that I've had headache troubles again today.

And my period only came today (er, today that just passed--Friday) and not even fully. For most of my life it's always come on a Tues. Then it would sometimes come Wed. In the past couple years it sometimes came as late as Thu (scaring me, I might add.) And now Friday, and only spotty! I must be going into pre-mini-peri-perimenopause.

Alright, back to work. I have to set a fire in the film studio.