Kopiluwak

So, we saw the 3D version of "Up". It was a charming movie that required you to suspend a lot of belief. It was cute, sweet, charming, delightful, predictable, and a movie that people will want to see more than once.

I liked the preview short, even if it was terribly unrealistic. All the Pixar shorts are unrealistic and sweet.

Writers have muses, or so I'm often told. Perhaps the muse is fictional, perhaps a living being, perhaps it is imaginary, perhaps it's a physical object or place. Perhaps it's a combination of these.

My muse is Dr.McCoy from Original Trek. OK - not exactly the character, but perhaps his twin or an ancestor. He's dry-witted, alcoholic, acerbic, and sometimes meanders into lengthy disjointed reminiscences. He doesn't inspire so much as he goads. He asks questions I then have to answer or see the disappointment in his baby blues. He tends to wear Hawaiian shirts as he sprawls in a swivel chair on the other side of a narrow desk, and he doesn't hesitate to read and comment on what I've written.

He doesn't visit often, and I haven't seen him since my adult daughter moved back in with me to pay off college loans and launch herself into the real world. It's apparently a much slower process than when I was her age.

I can write without him, evidenced by the fact that I have been. It's just more fun to have him snarking my works in progress.