The continuing adventures of a horror-obsessed stay-at-home dad.
Monday, December 8, 2008
Time Enough at Last
There is an old Twilight Zone episode titled Time Enough at Last. The episode stars Burgess Meredith as a bookworm who wishes to be left alone so he can read. He becomes the apparent sole survivor of Armageddon and is delighted that he'll finally have time to read... only to beak his spectacles and render himself pretty much blind.
This past weekend Kristy and Kyra went to visit relatives in Rochester, leaving me with much needed time to work on writing projects. I was like Burgess Meredith clamoring for some alone time. The only problem was, once they left I was totally unable to focus. I managed to get some research done on various Dutch families of Tarrytown, NY and started into a much needed revision of the Dark Destination's article on Washington Irving's Sunnyside Estate. That was to be one of a few different writing projects I intended to complete when I had "time enough at last" over the weekend.
However, my brains turned to yogurt and I found myself in a marathon viewing of episodes of The Big Bang Theory. I only discovered the show last week. It's brilliant. I'm completely addicted. I kept making return attempts to write more and kept giving up frustration after limited bouts of progress. I didn't even complete the one writing project. Sigh.
I guess I just needed veg time. Unlike poor Burgess' smashed spectacles, this is just a temporary setback.
I'm a writer (visit Dark Destinations @ TheCabinet.com), occasional filmmaker (see Spinning Grave.com) and big-time fan of all things horror and Halloween. I've been a stay-at-home dad since I quit my dreary office job in April of 2008. I have a precocious daughter (Kyra) who shows every sign of being a more hardcore horror fan than I. She's named after the actress who played the little girl in the original Night of the Living Dead. My wife and I are expecting another child in March of 2009. It was more practical and cost-effective for me to remain home and provide care for our children. Thus begins my truly terrifying adventures in the land of playgroups, gymnastics lessons, kids parties, etc. In space, nobody can hear you scream...at the playground they hear you and look at you kinda funny...