Today's writing day is kicking off late, as work absorbed me most of the day.  Now, at four, I'm sitting down to write.  

I've been put off my stride.  I arrived at The Beanery to discover no tables. A friend was there. She was leaving, she said, and I could have her table. But we chatted for half an hour.  Chatting called out The Socialite, driving The Writer back into his hidey hole.  Now he must be coaxed back out.

He'd been thinking hard about the short story and what he perceives as weaknesses in it.  The movie, "Rob Roy," Liam Neeson, Eric Stoltz, John Hurt, and Jessica Lange, with Tim Roth as Archibald, was on last night.  My own impression of the film mirrors some critical reviews, there was a lot of dry spells and the Rob Roy character and his obsession with his honor drives me nuts, as does his brother's behavior. But I like some of the twists and tensions and enjoyed the action scenes and the acting, especially Tim Roth, as Archibald.  

Anyway, I liked switchbacks the characters' interactions created, and just like that, The Writer said, "Wait a second.  I see how I want to rewrite "Ghosts of Ashland.""  Really? I was in wonder, unaware a rewrite was being contemplated. 

I'd thought about it on the walk down and the scene changes came into being but they've crashed on the polite, friendly interlude at my writing session's beginning.  But writing and thinking about the film I watched last night re-ignited the changes.  

Time to begin again, writing like crazy.