Saturday, April 26, 2008
Rainy and cool
I had plenty of chocolate. There’s no reason to be cranky.
Except . . .I actually answered my phone yesterday and Iris typed her own version of the short story on which I was working. On deadline. Yes, Iris the Russian Blue cat. That’s what I get for answering the phone. I never answer the phone. I LOATHE the phone. But it was from an actor to whom I am loyal, and I hadn’t heard from in a long time, so I answered. Great conversation, great catch-up, as though we’d been out of touch for ten minutes instead of something like 5 years. Of course, he wants something – he needs to impress someone (come on, he’s got the credentials not to need to audition anymore), so I’m tossing off a monologue for him this weekend. Yay for email. I know his cadence almost as well as my own, and any time he’s used my material, he’s nailed the audition. I capture his endearing weirdness very well.
But when I got back to the computer, a particular little gray cat who’s getting a bit on the roly-poly side had been pounding those paws on the keyboard and I had three pages of gibberish to delete. Believe me, if it had made any sense, I’d have kept it. I’m not happy with the tone of the piece: It needs to be lighter, more sarcastic, snarkier.
Thank goodness for all the info on the WGA site. Someone asked me what I would charge to do some script doctoring – not a full rewrite, my name won’t be on it, just punch up some of the dialogue and make it sparkle for a flat for-hire fee. So I looked through the rates to get an idea and set a quote that wasn’t out of reach, but also didn’t make me feel like I was short-changing myself. I may still have priced myself too high, but if that’s the case, so be it. The bid is a fair rate for the work involved and the craft needed, and it’s fair within the production’s budget. We’ll see if they think so.
Hauled a load of stuff to storage and bought some stuff back. In one of the returned bags, I found my London A-Z – thank heavens! It’s much easier to write about London with the map sitting beside me, and it’s certainly easier to BE in London with the A-Z, since most Londoners give horrible directions. New Yorkers are fabulous at giving directions – in fact, ask in a subway car, and the entire car will erupt in a dozen ways to get somewhere, each person convinced his way is the best way. In London, they don’t know where they are or how to get anywhere else. Or they ignore you. In Scotland, they’ll invite you to the local pub and regale you with stories about the neighborhood before personally escorting you where you want to go, but London . . .take the A-Z along or you’ll be perpetually lost.
Pet Peeve: The quickest way to make sure I’ll click away from your site and probably won’t return is to be talking happily about whatever you’re promoting or like and add the phrase “everybody’s doing it.”
I’m not everyone, and I don’t care what “everyone” does.
In fact, that was one of the few rules while I was growing up: If you want something or you want to do something, you make that clear, but you do NOT make that decision because “everyone” is doing/wanting/being that. If “everyone” is doing it – it was an immediate “no” at home. I was expected to do my research and make my OWN decision. And that’s stayed with me.
Hung out with friends last night and had a good time. Made up a new recipe for tuna/olive tapenade based on a couple of recipes I’ve read, but decided to change. Better write it down before I forget what I did, because it worked. And I’m not terribly fond of olive anything except olive oil, so that’s saying something. Well, okay, olives in a martini, but that’s an entirely different conversation . . . I also cut wedges of organic tomatoes, drizzled them with olive oil and sprinkled some coarse sea salt on them. Yum, yum!
Off to my storage units in the city – yes, I’m driving into Manhattan, I must be out of my mind. I need to dig out some stuff I can either use out here or should be closer. Not looking forward to this little jaunt AT ALL.
But it needs to be done.
Will get some writing done when I get back.