If I ever become a priest (unlikely, but no unthinkable), I plan on finishing up Easter Vigil Mass by shooting off a boatload of the biggest, loudest fireworks I can find. It'll both express the joy and triumph of the Ressurection and will symbolize the Harrowing of Hell by getting sleeping people out of their beds for miles around.
The above is one of the reasons I probably shouldn't be a priest.
I never know my characters until I actually sit down and start writing them. Today they started up an inprumptu philosophical debate that concluded in linking their continuity to The Beginning of the End (or at least a version of it). Now I know what some writers mean when they say their characters take on lives of their own.
Someday I'm going to compile a complete list of all the references, shout-outs, and allusions in my books. It's going to be a massive list. I have a bit of an obsession with making obscure references in my work.
I think I'm becoming addicted to certain people's company. "Just a five minute conversation. That's all I need, I swear. Oh, God, I'm gettin' the shakes here..."
I might be writing a review of Jim Cameron's Titanic for the 100th anniversary of the sinking. The trouble is that that would mean I would actually have to watch the bloody thing again. Still, I'm gonna have post negative reviews at some point (or reviews in general: I've rather fallen off of that, haven't I?), so it might as well start with a film I have a particular hatred for. Look for that at Catholicity of Taste on the 12th, but don't be too disappointed if it doesn't show.