2025-01-22

Where does the day go? I was going to write something this morning, and then I got caught up editing a chapter of my novel, and then I had to do some work on a TV pilot, then I decided to spend a little time restructuring a movie script. And then I had a pitch meeting via zoom this evening, which led me to review the story notes I'd made, which sent me down a research rabbit hole, and then the meet got rescheduled anyway... And now here we are.

One of the biggest Japanese Yakuza (organised crime) families used to publish an 8-page newsletter so that members knew what was going on in the organisation as a whole. The newsletter featured a regular column on angling.

This was part of the rabbit hole I was going down this afternoon. And it branched off at one point and became an excellent excuse to look at Greg Girard's images of Tokyo from the early-80s.

I recently bought Girard's book of photographs of Kowloon's Walled City, and I need to properly sit down with that sometime soon.

At this point, the work day has hit hour 12. This freelance, working from home thing must look pretty cushy from the outside (and I wouldn't trade), but the workday is LONG. I'm not saying I just typed solidly the whole time, but the brain is nonetheless firing in some way most of the time, and it will continue to noodle around on ideas and story problems long into the evening.