Kimya Who?

I am so not writing about writing in my blog. Or am I?

So, I was looking through other people's blogs as I am tempted to do when I need a break from the daily grind. What grind you ask? Well, I don't know either 'cause I really am not doing much. Writing, studying, stuff. But I need a diversion from nothing once in a while. Anyway, I came across this music player in someone else's blog and it was playing this song that totally caught my ear (does anyone say caught my ear? well, I did.) So I listened to it a few times, looked up the lyrics, sang along. It was fun. So then I googled the artist. Aparently she's an antifolk songstress, whatever that means. But this one song I loved too much not to share. It's not the one from the blog, but just as, if not more interesting. And how does this relate to writing? It does, I promise. I now want to pick up a guitar, learn to play, grow out my natural hair into a big afro again (I promise, I did have a big afro once) and write really cool songs like this one. Hope you enjoy.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nfbqrNPJXlQ&feature=related

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iKBS7YPNLPU&feature=related


Ok, so I couldn't embed the video into my blog. You will just have to go to youtube yourself, please and enjoy these two songs.

I had to, just for a moment, wonder away from my usual banter about writing to give you guys a treat for your funny bone. Well, I thought it was funny. I may get in trouble for posting it here as I do not have permission to use this photo. Well, not in trouble, but it may get pulled. Or not; I don't have a whole lot of traffic to this sight. Who'd know? Anyway, it has delighted me to notice over the years that those in the fitness industry (something that very much interests me) have moved away from tanning their entire bodies and leaving their faces pale for competition. For those of you who do not know why they ever do it in the first place, a nice tan makes your muscles really pop. You can better see deffinition and striations if there are any. Although it has always been and still is rather ugly and over done, or the colors are unnatural, it is nice to see that people are starting to use tanner on their faces, too. This makes the overall affect less comical, I think. But this picture that I found recently really gave me pause, before laughing hysterically. Ok, maybe not that hard. But I did think it was funny. My question is, why would someone go through the trouble of tanning his face and neck but completely neglect his ears? It's just funny to me!

Not Writing a Screenplay Right Now, But How?

I have been straying away from my Jonathan L. project for some time now. I've needed a break from my screewriting. I've also needed to explore other genres. First thing was that I started writing was a horror story that I have been telling for years. This is actually old news, but I haven't written here since May 18th! I'm such a slacker! Anyway, I started a story a little while ago that was inspired by a Writersdigest.com forumite. I just suddenly got the idea to write down this story that I've had in my mind about how to get rid of my husband's body should I actually kill him. And of course, how to kill him.

It was going great. I was submitting sections of the story in 1000 word spurts. I originally thought that it would only be about 1000 words, but I am on Part 5 and every part has been +1000 words. But the best part is that I got a lot of good feed back by the critiquers in the forum.

Now for the worst parts: The story is extremely disturbing. Apparently not by those that are reading it on WD.com. It has been kinda difficult because the story contains a lot of nonfiction. There are a few things that didn't really happen, my husband's death being one of them. But the main characters being me and my ex husband, it makes it very difficult to seperate myself from the story and write it without letting my emotions and my stomache getting in the way.

The other problem is that I have been writing a screenplay for so long that I am having trouble writing from someones point of view. No first person, no getting inside of someones head. Even using past and future tense is becoming a challenge. One of the most important critiques that I recieved is that they want me to get into my main character's head. It's not only difficult for me to do that because it's not the kind of writing that I would do for a screenplay, it's difficult because that main character is me. And if you read it, you would be just as scared as I am to journey too deep inside of my head.

I wrote another "horror" short story for the Friday the 13th contest that has been extended for the second time to the 20th. It could be so much better if I could write it in first person from the main character's POV. But I no longer remember how to write like that. The story is already written, but I would like to rewrite it before I submit it because it could be so much better.

I think that what I will try to do is spend the good part of tomorrow reading short stories so that I can rewrite with a fresh understanding of how to write like that again.

Not Quite Done

I substituted for the first time in a couple of weeks this past Friday. While in class I managed to complete my screenplay. Well...sort of. I had decided that 74 pages would be acceptable. I had completed the script from the story as is. But it isn't enough.
What's driving me crazy is that I feel like I added so much to it today and yet it still isn't adding up to much.
And I was very careful to make the additions relevent and not filler. I wrote and wrote but it only added up to a couple more pages. But thankfully, they were significant additions that really mean a lot to me.

Good Mommy Cat(?)

The last blog I posted I mentioned how wonderful a mother my cat is, despite her youth. Well, today she tested my confidence in her motherhood. She and her babies sleep in my boys' room. Usually. Well, apparently she go the idea last night that she doesn't like it in there anymore. I think that it's because of their friends coming over often.
So this morning at some point she went outside because I know that she was in the house when I went to bed last night. Since I'm not the first one up in the morning, it didn't surprise me to see her outside. So I let her in.
When she came in, I realized that I hadn't checked on the babies yet. So I went into the boys' room and looked under the bed and they were not there. I turned to Thierry and asked her where her kids are. She just looked at me and meowed. We walked all over the house looking for the little 4 musketeers. What bothered me was that she kept calling to them. Even in the spot where they were when I went to bed last night.
Crazy cat didn't know where her kids were!
Granted, they do like to wonder, but I've never seen them wonder further than a couple of feet from their mother. Although, at least 2 of them are very adventurous and I wouldn't put it passed them to venture a little further out on their own. But we really couldn't find them.
Finally we found them in my daughter's bedroom on the otherside of her bed. Her bed isn't on a frame so we really had to look for them. But we found them. Happy and healthy.
So why have I wondered from my blog toppic again? These 4 little bundles and their crazy little "adventures" that never happen are inspiring the children's stories that I was talking about before. And my script is almost done!

Finally Done Except For Apendices

I just this morning completed the story of my screenplay. Erm... that is, I have finally completed the story that will be a screenplay. Well, it was a story that I wrote based on another story that someone else wrote. Then I turned it into a screenplay. Then I wrote the backstory, then I adapted my backstory into a screenplay. Then I rewrote the original screenplay into a story (which is what I just finished doing) and I will now turn this rewrite of the original screenplay into a new screenplay! And you wonder why it has taken me 4 years to write this! Well, I am now on the fast track to "complete screenplay under my belt" land. And hopefully soon after that I will be on a fast plane to "sold screenplay" country. And then maybe oneday there will be people actually interested in reading my blog.

My only fear is that when I am finally done with this, will I miss writing it? Will I think that there is something that I should have said? Nah, if someone buys it, I will be for certain that it is the way that it is supposed to be. But if no one does, I will just.... You know what? I need to just concentrate on getting it complete and shopped. I fear nothing.

The appendices can wait until I get to those moments in the script to worry about, I think. I don't even know if appendices is really what they are supposed to be called. It's just stuff that I thought about later that I needed to add and I was going to write them later and add them to the final script as I am writing it. Whatever. They'll come when they come.

Happy Mother's Day Thierry!

Today I decided to break away from the theme of my blog. Today is mother's day and I would like to acknowledge a very new mother today. She is my cat. Her babies were born on April 27th. I have heard of cats, and other animals rejecting their babies or not having a natural instinct to motherhood. But Thierry is very protective and aware of her babies. When it is time to eat she licks them gently to wake them and position them. There have even been times when I would ask her about her babies and she would look in the direction of the room where they sleep and meow. As if she knows what I am asking her.

It is not the fact that she is actually a good mother, but the fact that if you were to look at her, you'd think that she is a baby herself. We've had her for a year and she was about the same size as she is now, then. I believe that she is still a kitten, but I couldn't tell you how old she is exactly. But she seems so young, so small. And when her babies are asleep she plays and jumps around like a kitten.

I think that my fascination with my new mother cat is that she is much like me. When she is in mommy mode, she is MOMMY. But when she has time to herself she is still the kid that she really is inside.

This picture show only 3 of her kids. She still had one more that wasn't born until we all went to bed thinking that she was done. This one is black like his mom with white paws and belly. They all sleep under a bed so it is difficult to take a new picture with all five!