It seems that even when I'm doing NOTHING (or I think I'm doing NOTHING) I'm still doing WORK. It's like I can't stop.
Most of the day today spent watching a TV show called FLESH AND BONE, about ballet dancers in New York, to see if I could pick up any of the critical backstage stuff for my novel. And I see why I don't watch TV usually. By the 3rd episode I got bored because most of the stuff was predictable and most scenes were played out to shock the viewer (the sex, the violence, the whatever) and not to form a coherent narrative, and most dialogue was poorly written and seemed to favor jabs and witticisms over content (but there were a few beautifully choreographed ballet pieces) and so I understood this lesson once again. When you do research for your book, you have to sift through gobs of useless stuff to find nuggets that you CAN use. Well then, I will finish watching the show tomorrow and then switch to ballet novels (tried two already and set them aside, grr...).
That's why I do as little research as possible. And I can't relate to weak characters, weak women in particular. It frustrates the hell out of me but there seems to be a deluge of them and not enough of cut-throat badass girls. Suddenly the prospect of writing my next book, JANNA, about a woman serial killer, is very enticing.