The Importance of Habit
Today I got up late and cranky. It was my own damn fault for staying up to watch a Masterpiece Theater Jane Eyre last night. The Selkie was right–this is one damn fine Jane Eyre. My heart still belongs to Orson Welles as Mr. Rochester, but the Jane in the Masterpiece Theater one–Ruth Wilson–does a very good job and is lit wonderfully well. (Quick trivia–Lucy from the current Narnia movies is the young Jane. Which alone almost makes it worth watching.)
ANYWAY. I got up late and cranky and it was a horrid effort to push myself through the morning workout. The only thing that saved me was habit. Good intentions will fail; habits have a much better chance. The art of discipline, I think, revolves largely around taking control of one’s habits and making them your helpers instead of your master.
I can pretty much tell the only thing that’s going to get me through the wordcount I need to squeeze out today is habit, too. *headdesk* So, erm, off I go. Fifteen hundred words today or bust. I’ve got to get this book finished.
Tags: exercise, not worth chewing through the leather straps
January 5th, 2009 at 4:07 pm
I love that version. Toby Wilson (I think) makes a spectacular Rochester.
January 6th, 2009 at 2:25 am
The best adaptation by far stars Timothy Dalton and Zelah Clarke. It was made by the BBC some years ago now and looks a bit dated production-wise but it is so close to the original book.
I also recommend just about every other adaptation the BBC have done but particularly Bleak House with Anna Maxwell Martin, North & South with Richard Armitage and Cranford with Judi Dench. All wonderful
Enjoy!