My status as a “Walking Injury” continues. I pulled some muscle in my back while working out and am trying to walk it off. Of course, muscle injuries are never in any hurry to heal.
On the writing front, two things occurred. One good, one bad. The good news is we catalogued all the stories for the anthology and confirmed we have two thirds of all first drafts. The bad news is I gave up my writing time yesterday to watch the second-to-last episode of season 2 of Downton Abbey.
Downton Abbey, for the uninformed, is a show about the life of the fictious Crawley family who happens to be the Earl of Grantham. The show begins in the precious few years before World War I, the results of which have drastically changed a lot of existing conceptions about what life should be like.
The show’s attention to details, setting and sharp acting helped offset the lackluster plot design of earlier episodes: A few episodes seemed to revolve around a single plot that everyone in the household obsessed over. Early on, the writers seemed to have a fear of doing anything bad to their characters. However, the show’s developers seem to have caught onto this and began to shake things up like a snow globe. Characters start dying, others face life changing circumstances, and the lay-of-the-land is changing, but how is not yet clear.
Continuing these plot twists will go far towards keeping the show fresh and interesting, a failing that put an end to The Killing. Viewers are often patient for the story to develop, but we can only be jerked around and put to bed so much.