January 13th, 2005

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Hard work if you can get it.

I've been writing a lot recently. Mostly been working on this short, which will probably not get made because as written it requires fancy special effects that we don't have yet, like red tinted lighting. Ooo, fancy.

The writing process goes okay, but I definitely need something more in my life at this point. Being caught up in this apartment all day hammering out text in front of a computer screen is making me go just a little bit loony and a whole lot cranky. On the other hand my habits have improved significantly, I no longer keep the TV on while I write unless I'm watching a specific movie for a specific purpose and I've found some calmer music to listen to that helps me focus. Right now I'm going with Bob Marley and some Christmas music from Bing Crosby and Chris Isaak (Two of the scripts are Christmas based, so it's appropriate.)

I finished my short script today. It clocked in at 17.5 pages. It's okay, nothing special to be sure but I think with some revisions it'll be competent enough and it's probably shootable with fairly minimal expenditures. What I'm happy about is that I actually managed to complete it. It was something I was doing essentially for myself and I hammered it out over the course of a few days. That's a significant change. For a very long time I've been talking about all the writing I've intended to do and how I just need to write. Now I'm actually sitting down and writing. It's a satisfying feeling. The script is entitled "We Fix Lamps." It's horror. That's about all I feel like saying about it.

I realize that my journal has suffered significantly over the past month or so, and I've dropped like 4-5 readers because of it. That's not a problem for me. I used it as a transitional format for a long time, something to get me writing without having to write on faith alone (A post gets feedback immediately, a script might not be seen by another eye EVER). I feel more comfortable doing work on my own now and more of my ideas and energy are being poured into that. This journal is reverting to its initial purpose, which is a way to communicate with my shrink about my week and get my emotions and thoughts recorded so I can look back and have a concrete sample of what I was thinking of a year ago or two years ago and thus look at my progress. I'm very excited about all this.

Excited, and tired.
  • Current Music
    Chris Isaak -Santa Claus is Coming to Town
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Awkward situation 3910

My mother's boyfriend has been sleeping here today/tonight because he had a thing at work that required him to come in twice in a short period of time and it cut 3 hours off his drive to crash here. I am okay with this because they've been together for over a year and it doesn't make sense for him to go all the way back up to his house (my country house as a youth) in between, but it created an incredibly awkward situation recently. He doesn't hear very well at all, a wound from the Vietnam war, and he can tend to make a lot of noise because he's not really aware of it. I was sleeping and was awakened by some banging noises in the other room. Initially I assumed it was him and wasn't too worried but then I looked at the clock and it was like 2:30 in the morning. He had said he was leaving at 1:30 or so, and I started to get concerned that maybe he'd left the door open or something and we had an invader. On the other hand maybe I'd gotten the time wrong, or, as he'd mentioned was possible, it had changed on him. I didn't want to go in there holding a baseball bat aloft and put further strain on our already uneasy truce and yet I didn't want to go in totally unarmed if there was, in fact, an intruder of some sort. Eventually I compromised and took a telephone with me to dial 911 if necessary, even though that made me feel like a girl. As it turns out, of course, it was in fact him and I pretended that I knew it all along and was just going to grab a glass of water.

That was awkward, and now I'm wide awake because of the shot of adrenaline I got from the whole experience.

Darn.

Oh, I forgot to mention earlier, my mom just published a textbook and a shipment of them arrived here today. I guess she won't be perishing academically after all.
  • Current Music
    REO Speedwagon