Five whole working days without a single word more of Children of the Resolution written. It doesn’t sound a lot, but it sure as hell feels it. I don’t care what anyone says to the contrary, coughing fits and copious amounts of snot do not go well with the noble and snotless craft of novel-writing. One flow breaks the other, so to speak, and the rhythm of my writing is one its strengths — so I’ve made myself sit it out until I’m 100% fit.
And I’m getting there. It’s been a stinker, though — not helped by the fact that I haven’t even been able to read much. My eyes have been so watery and sensitive that any attempt resulted in predictable failure.
Not that I’m moaning or anything 🙂 It’s been four years since my last bout of cold/flu, so I’ve nothing to complain about — and last night I did at least finally get round to watching The Bionic Woman, the new version, which may be axed if ratings Stateside are anything to go by.
I wasn’t expecting much. I remember watching the pilot of the original as a kid, and whilst that version may not exactly stand up today, I nevertheless thought it would be hard to beat. The original was colourful, dynamic and American — the new version dark, brooding and with a former Eastenders actress in the lead role. It didn’t bode well.
But I loved it. Dark, yes. Brooding, yes. And the new Jamie? Whose name escapes me. [EDIT: Michelle Ryan.] Yes. All three worked perfectly. There was no real sense that it was being aimed at a twentysomething audience, as I suspected it might be, and overall it was very satisfying. Okay, so the plotting was a bit thin and predictable, but I could overlook that.
And watching Jamie doing her bionic stuff, I couldn’t help feeling that I wouldn’t mind having a woman like that around the house, myself. Ever so handy when you can’t get the lid off a jar.