600 words on Tuesday writing night. The novel is in a stall and I need to either decide what to edit out or decide I don't care so much and convince myself that experimenting around is not a waste of time.
Doing some research for an anthology and coming to the conclusion that the demographic for it has switched from 1990's Wiccans in the SCA who read "Mists of Avalon" to 2010's bibliophiles who attend FaerieWorlds are Hermione Granger (and/or Katniss Everdeen) fans. Oh, and I'm old.
On the Old Front, I've been watching the first season of "The Outs." The second season is behind a paywall. I'd read about the great writing in it and how it was sort of post-gay-identity politics and funny. I went in expecting a gayer "Will and Grace" and it's more of a soap opera (maybe I should have watched more "Sex In The City").
I think the acting is good, as there's a whole lot of silent watch the characters work things out in their heads. But man, these gay 20-something Brookland characters are bitchy and sad and neurotic (and drink a lot and smoke pot). I think what kept me watching it was wanting to see how the love relations would work out--the show centers on two ex-lovers and how they navigate life, love, friendship, and sex post-breakup. On one hand, it's interesting--especially how the smart-phone and IM-ing is so much a part of their social scene; on the other hand, it's another story which reinforces the stereotype of to be gay one has to be 20-something and living in New York (or at least Crown Heights, Brookland).