I Want This Script
I’m reading the book The Devil Wears Prada by Lauren Weisberger and so far, the movie is better than the book. Usually it is the other way around, correct? I’d really like to read the script but can’t find it in the usual places such as Drews Script-O-Rama or Simply Scripts.
What I like so much about the story is the way obstacles come flying at the protag and just when it can’t get any worse, it does. Meryl Streep will surely get an Oscar nominee for her performance, a masterpiece of work on subtlety.
Pure Raw Fear
I don’t remember being so scared while learning how to drive. It wasn’t that bad either teaching my son how to drive. My daughter, however. She’s not getting it. She’s had driving school. She’s got a permit and when we go somewhere, we let her do the driving. It’s been months and still, a near collision every time we go out. The traffic is definately worse in just the last couple of years around here, maybe it’s that. But the thought of her alone in a car with a driver’s license makes me ill.
This may sound crazy, but I’m thinking about buying her a set of toy cars to “play” with. I played with cars when I was little. So did my son. Maybe that’ll help?
The Idea Machine
It’s been about eight months now since starting this workout routine on the treadmill. It’s boring as hell but it beats being out in the heat. No running. Just walking. I’m below my target weight and need to either eat more or exercise less. It’s tougher to gain weight than it is to lose it. The thing is, when I’m bored out of my mind on that thing, that’s when I get writing ideas. That’s the addiction.
One year already
I haven’t heard of any hurricanes brewing this season. This time last year we were at “K.”
This summer’s been so hot everywhere, it seems the oceans will boil over and take us all out to sea.
Here’s a photo I took at Pass Christian, Mississippi this past spring, six months after Katrina.
It looked like an atom bomb hit the place. Before the storm, this was a lovely strip of old homes along the highway.
I’m keeping my fingers crossed for all the people living on the Gulf Coast this year.
Stupid House Fantasies
When I think of the perfect place to live if money were no object, it’s not a palace or a mansion. It’s not even in Paris, or France. It’s a simple little white wood framed house. Small. Windows open with a breeze blowing wispy cafe curtains.
When I try to imagine the most perfect scenario to write, that’s a different thing. I imagine a stone house with a blue slate roof. Three months, just me and the kids, the whole summer in the country. Amazingly, this imaginary place is in Wales. Strange because I don’t particularly like the UK. But this place, outside, there is a trickle of spring water from the ground and it joins up with two other little bubbling springs which form a little stream that leads downhill to a pond. Almost every single day for about 10 years now I see myself there taking a break from my writing, wearing rubber boots at the grassy edge of the pond. Standing in the mud. My novel manuscript is in the cottage. Funny because I write screenplays now. But that’s the fantasy.
Dream Stalker
Since that time of those dreams about the man in the suit pitching his dark ride, my pc hard drive has crashed. It can’t be recovered. All things seemed a bit shifted out of place for a while. The real estate business was on the pc. My outline for the screenplay was on there. Along with some other things I wrote but never looked at again. Or ever would have probably.
Fortunately, this MacBook Pro I got a few months prior to the crash has the Intel Core Duo processor. It’s a magical machine because it can run Windows (in a Virtual machine). Why load Windows? That’s like giving the thing gonorrhea. Well, the real estate industry is set up for the pc world only. I had to do it.
It turned out to be a good thing. My screenplay outline that disappeared, that story sucked. The new outline is a whole new story that will appeal to a wider audience. It’s so difficult to let go of trash sometimes it has to be taken away before I realize it is really just that, trash. (No, I really didn’t have all my stuff backed up.)
It was a tough month researching and building a new computer and a new story and keeping the business running. It’s all good now, all my work is done on one bisexual computer and I’m still writing. Better off than before.
So bye bye dream stalker. (Now if only I could stop sleep walking.)
