Thursday, February 10, 2005
Rainy; temperatures dropping
Very, very tired and having trouble getting going today.
As I mentioned yesterday, I got the test scenes off. Now it’s anxiety time. What I need to do is simply let it go. I had a good time doing the scenes, and I learned how to write for a new area in which I’d never even thought to look for work. Now that I know I can do it, I can market myself to similar companies whether or not this particular job goes through. And, I didn’t hold back or write conservatively – I pushed the genre as far as it could go. And that’s a good thing.
But I barely made my train – a later train than I’d usually take for a matinee. And then, of course, disgusting Metro North was late, as usual. It was a beautiful, mild sunny day! What’s their excuse this time?
The matinee was tough yesterday. All the cues were done properly and on time, but I was overtired and my responses weren’t as quick as I like them. And, I just didn’t want to be there.
I was late for my class; it’s small and intimate, and will be fun, but last night’s students were shy and I was overtired, so I wasn’t at my best. We did wander off-topic and start discussing Yeats and Blake. In all my years in and around the creative arts, I’ve managed to not read either one (although Yeats has often been quoted to me and I enjoy the writing). I figured I’d get around to their work “someday”. Maybe I should think about making it more concrete. Both of them have come up at least a dozen times in the past month – that has to mean something. Remember, in my life, I don’t believe in coincidence.
I’m re-reading Virginia Woolf’s A Writer’s Diary. Although I always enjoy it, I’m not finding it as creatively fuelling as I usually do. Although I appreciate her enthusiasm as she writes Orlando, The Waves, and The Years. I totally relate!
Watched Lost and West Wing on tape when I got home. Thank goodness Kate joined the trap set for Ethan. She spent her few scenes earlier in the show looking upset, and if the writers copped out by leaving her out of something that the Kate we’ve grown to know and admire on this show would participate in, I would have been seriously upset. I find that the character of Jack is the weakest written. Matthew Fox is doing the best he can, but the writers have made him a two-dimensional Good Leader with a layer of inorganic torment (I felt his back story was badly handled). His best scenes are with Sawyer, when they’re in their pissing contests over Kate. The whole section at the end last night, where Jack asks Charlie why he did it didn’t ring true. The Jack that we’re supposed to believe would have known and understood. Sayid would have also understood, and I feel it would have worked better to have that scene be a confrontation between Charlie and Sayid, where Sayid gets why Charlie did it, but tries to make him understand why they needed Ethan alive. Although I’m glad he’s dead, and I felt the foreshadowing of Charlie’s was heavy-handed. Monaghan pulled it off, but he had to work harder at than usual, and it certainly was no surprise. When Jack dropped the gun, I literally counted the beats until the shots rang out.
I don’t trust the creative team of this show anymore, although I genuinely like the actors and much of the writing. The reason I stopped watching Alias is I felt they broke my trust too often, and I feel that’s what they’re preparing to do here. I can see five or six possibilities of ways for them to mess with the viewers. One of those has actual integrity to the characters they’ve made us care about. I bet you anything they pick several of the other possibilities and then try to backtrack.
As a writer, watching the development of this particular series is fascinating, which is why I spend so much time musing over it in the blog. I’m learning the technicalities of what ends up working for me emotionally as a viewer in this format, and that’s very important. And because of the way this show is set up, it’s much easier and more interesting to deconstruct than many of other shows on the air.
Overtired and suffering from the adrenalin let down after getting those scenes turned around in about a day, I did what any self-respecting woman does with part of her advance: I bought shoes.
Two pairs in pink, because I couldn’t decide between them. Now, those who know me will wonder, because I don’t wear pink. But, one of these pairs I’ve had my eye on for a few weeks, and finally gave in. They’re pale, almost a cream, and look like a ballet flat, with just the tiniest bit of heel. The others are a dark rose, with pointed toes, openwork, a silver buckle, and a slightly higher heel. I don’t wear high heels because I can’t walk in them. Both pairs of shoes are enormously comfortable and will go with both skirts and pants, so there you are. Every time I wear them, I’ll think, “Glam Hearts paid for these shoes.”
I’m looking through the pattern magazines, planning the clothes I want to make for spring and summer. Adding some sewing in and around the writing will help keep me from spending too much time staring at the screen, tiring both body and brain.
The Charleston CD arrived, to help boost the rewrites of Glam Hearts. 27 variations of the Charleston. Unfortunately, I quickly discovered that there is absolutely no need to listen to 27 variations of the Charleston, and I think I’ll go back to Scott Joplin and Bessie Smith.
I’ve come to realize that I’ve hit the end of a story arc with Charlotte and within the next few episodes I want to fast-forward ahead about six months to begin the next one. I’m debating whether or not I need to return to 1782 – the entire piece is set up as a flashback – so that gives me the necessary mobility. When you sit with someone and reminisce, you don’t discuss every single detail. You only discuss the highlights. Phew! Glad I realized that one! :)
Glam Hearts first and then Charlotte.
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