Watched The Bachelor and the Bobby-Soxer, a film which made me think, "Eh . . . I suppose I would like to have sex with Shirley Temple," for which I'm eternally grateful.
Of course, the real talent in the movie was Cary Grant. The man could do no wrong.
The past couple of days, I've been writing every day a bit of a short story that's kind of an experiment for me. Actually, all short stories are experiments for me as I still feel like I have no idea how I write them, so I tend to use completely different methods and philosophies each time. This one I'm writing like I'm writing a very miniature novel, which is a format I'm very comfortable with. I may use it again in the future . . .