blissmorgan

Being able to sleep in is somehow elusive to me. Several times in the past week, thanks to children being away and various holidays/weekends, I have had the opportunity to do so, and usually stayed up late the night before. Each time, however, my body wakes around 7. That is the time that is the point of no return when it comes to getting the Spawn ready for school, and I think my body clock is somehow attuned to it.

On Sunday I paid tribute to the porcelain gods and returned to bed for a while. Today, no such luck. Today I was not sleeping alone, and while the room had been cool enough for me to comfortably fall asleep, for the comfort of my fellow sleeper there were two warm-mist humidifiers running. The air was too moist; I was too conscious of my breathing. It was a low-grade version of trying to inhale in a steam room. The other rooms in the house are all unsuitable for sleep. So, I am up.

I am back into that space where I am having vibrant and narrative dreams, and my mind is alighting on random objects, sounds, happenings, and making of those things brief but vivid scenes or vignettes. These are tell-tale signs, to me, that I am ready to start writing stories again. I was doing so regularly for the first... I want to say the first third of last year. Approximately once a week I wrote a story and shared it in relatively rough/unedited form on my Patreon. I would like to do that again. I need to get over that awful little "but what do I write about?" hum, however.

Perhaps there are story/writing prompt communities or accounts here on DW; I shall have to have a looksee.

My Mornthing post the other day was huge, but that showed me that I actually do have rather a lot to say when I am letting it come, rather than when I am trying to push myself to make social media posts on a daily schedule. Mornthings here are likely to be less-than-daily, but I reassure myself that they will also be more content-rich.

Today I am going to spend some time writing. First up on the docket is transcribing the responses to my written RPs into actual digital responses to them. I've been snatching spare minutes here and there putting them in a dead tree notebook. Then... then I shall go on a prompt-hunt, I think. Perhaps I'll even dig out the neato notebook that I had set up to use as a bullet journal (bujo) and see if I can't kickstart its use in some way that dovetails in with my writing. A dedicated page that tracks what I've written and when and how long it is, perhaps. I'll figure it out when I get to it.

The world is silverybright and damp outside my window. It rained fiercely here last night, and not only here - a friend half a continent away said it was like the universe was powerwashing last year off this world. I am holding that comment in my mind concurrent with the person I helped yesterday who commented to another person that the new year was just another day.

Every day is just another day. But every day is a day where things can change for the better.

Happy new year, Blisstopia - and good morning.

In which I will be Drunkblogging the horror anthology film Holidays.

Some of you may not yet be familiar with Drunkblogs! Let me tell you: I select a film that I have not seen before, almost always available on a streaming service of some kind (but occasionally on DVD if I manage to get ahold of a cult classic that errybuggy seems to have seen but me); I drink some booze; I watch the film and comment upon it as I watch. Quotations! Guesses about plot progression! Yelling and flailing at actors and sometimes even the writers! It's all here, including spoilers, so avoid the comments if you want to not know what happens.

On the other hand, if you want to watch along and join in on the commentary, do feel free!

Special thanks go out to my Patreon contributors, those special Blisstopians who continue to help fund this and other shenanigans. 

Grab a drink and queue up the film, if you wish - this one is available on Netflix. Among others, it features work by Kevin Smith, and having previously seen Tusk I have great hopes.

I intend to begin at approximately 8:30pm EST.



 

Those of you who have followed me over from the Ploos know that (A) I have a Patreon and (2) one of the things that it funds is irregular Drunkblogs. For those new to the term, it is, I assure you, an easy thing to understand:

• I drink some booze
• I watch a movie
• I liveblog as I watch the movie

That's the shebang! It's a good time to be had by all, especially when I give some advance warning, which I am not doing tonight because I wasn't really planning on doing one but here we are. Some Drunkblogs are planned. Some are a surprise.

Things to know about the Drunkblog:

They are FAR from spoilerfree. I quote things, I talk about where I think the story is going to go, I yell at the characters, I yell at the writers, I make and break ships. I also remind everybody at the outset that all these things happen, so if you don't want to know something about a movie that I am Drunkblogging then you can freely move on.

I try to always pick something that is on a streaming service. I currently have Netflix, Hulu, and Amazon Prime readily available to choose from. This makes it easy for folks to watch along if they want to, and participation in the liveblogging commentary is not just welcome, it's encouraged! I'm told that sometimes my bloggery is its own show, though, so don't be disheartened if I go with a thing that is not on a service you subscribe to.

You do not have to be drunk to enjoy the Drunkblog. Sober participation is hella encouraged for anybody who so desires.

All that said... I am about to kick off a Drunkblog! This will be my first one on Dreamwidth, and may have some wonk as I try to work out the mechanics of rapidfire commenting on my own post while drinking Ardmore and watching the film. This site has threaded commentary, which the site I used to do this on did not. Feel free to wander off into side conversations as we go. :D

Tonight's film is a 2007 horror comedy called Murder Party.

"A lonely man attends a random Halloween party, only to learn that the sketchy art students hosting the bash intend to kill him for grant money."

....what the fuck, I haven't even started watching this and I already kind of love it. Check out this poster, dude looks like he's wearing a hat that should have been Doritos: