It was the steroids. Dang it. I loved having energy. Now I’m back to my usual. I do understand my tiredness. I give my day job my all and try to have another day job too (that would be writing). It’s natural we get tired. The doc has given me a clean bill of health. Really.
Meanwhile…I have joined Weight Watchers at work. Why? Well, have you seen the new Weight Watchers, with its emphasis on holistic health? You should. Essentially, I not only help out the folks at work who want to have our meeting go, I also get to learn to eat really well, which is something I work on anyway. So, if I don’t lose weight, I’m okay with that, but I’m also okay with jumpstarting my interest in fruits, vegetables, whole grains, and healthy oils. My old complaints against the program being primarily about low calories? Pretty much gone. It’s pretty cutting edge. And it’s about danged time.
You have noticed, I think, some changes here at the Tamago. I’m not getting to this as much. Work is pretty full (another sign that we need a full time administrator). Also, I’ve been enjoying some real quality time with the spouse (and that’s more important than my real and/or imagined Internet fame). Finally, I’ve been laying down some serious verbage on the various writing projects. Which is as it should be.
And, there’s the title of this entry. Part of the reason I write? I am a fan who engages in fannish behavior. I like becoming part of the experience of something. Sometimes, other people can produce a work so powerful, this can happen to me. Other times, I enjoy being part of the experience of my daydreams.
Recently, I have become obsessed with HBO’s series Rome.
The first logical question you may well ask is this: Why so late, Catherine? Where were you in 2005 and 2007? Well, I wasn’t watching Rome, I can tell you that. I’m not sure how I was spending my time, but we didn’t have and still don’t have premium channels.
Netflix, my friends. Some time back I put Rome in our cue, and the disks started showing up. (We don’t stream in Blairstown. We still like disks. I know. It’s quaint.)
And there it was. Two everyman Roman soldiers entwined with the fate of historical Roman characters. A critically-acclaimed show which slowly but methodically built the legends of its heroes. Enough melodrama for both me and my spouse. We drank the Kool-Aid.
I could try to sell you on the show. I could tell you that it won a lot of artistic awards (costumes, sets, direction, camera work) and the characters were beloved by fans. The writing is topnotch. They stopped producing it because it was too damned expensive, and its viewers cried.
Or you could be sold on the two main actors, Ray Stevenson as Titus Pullo, or Kevin McKidd as Lucius Vorenus, the unlikely friends who save each other’s life countless times. You might even be intrigued by the eerie portrayal of young Octavian, or the well-researched accuracy of the Rome represented–a colorful Rome rather than an idealized one.
You know. Come for the forum. Stay for the pie.
Obviously, I’m obsessed. Good acting, excellent writing, beautiful craftsmanship. The good news is that the series writer has produced a script, and we’re likely to have our two main actors reprise their roles for a movie that can start shooting any day now. That would be good timing on my part.
The coolest thing about picking up something new and inspiring? You never know the affect that thing will have on your stories.
There is only one downside. I will have to sit through that Gawd awful new Musketeer film, only to see Ray Stevenson do his thing. Not every part of being a fan is a plus.