The truth about me is pretty sad: I’m practically an anti-reader. It’s true for a lot of people I know, they have a hard time picking up a book. I don’t have a hard time picking one up, I just have difficulties opening it. Then, the chances that I do open it, it’s finishing it. That’s why I think it was such a big deal that I finished reading Watchmen. But I can hear critics saying now that that isn’t considered a real book. Well, I beg to differ. It made it on the top 100 novels and it’s the only graphic novel on there. Sure, it’s mostly pictures, but you really can’t figure out what’s going on without reading it.
Anyway, you know you are a sad reader when your friends have to mail you books to read. Peopel can suggest books to you all day, but when it’s hand delivered to you by your local postman, then perhaps it’s time to read the words cover to cover.
Granted, I still haven’t finished Our Uncle Sam by Erik Greene… but I say that’s a wee bit different. I started reading that because our cable went out before I decided to pop in a DVD. Again, I know… I’m a sad reader. I’ve been tryin’ to told ya!
So my friend, whom I dub as my “cinematic soul mate” (and I could write an entire post about, but I’m not going to but will thank her for this book and a birthday card she stuck in it), sent me Viki King’s How to Write a Movie in 21 Days. Hopefully I can read it in at least 7. If I’m not mistaken, I think she wants this book back, so I will get my reading on so I can ship it back to her ASAP whilst I look into buying my own copy. Or buy her a brand new one since I’m too lazy to ship anything myself that can’t fit into a envelope. I have no shame.
By receiving this book, I think it means it’s time for me to head back to the “studio” to start penning a script. February just began. In my dream world, perhaps I’ll wriet a script every month. Hey, I’m a firm believer in making my dreams come true, so if I could write a script every month… Good googamooga! Of course I’d come back to them a month later to tweak and tweak until I see no more need for tweaking until others say so. I haven’t forgotten my mentors Mrs. Rogers and Jaden, plus countless tips I pick up from various trusted sources.
But first, I must read. That’s one piece of advice I haven’t followed that even my idol, Sam Cooke, said to do: read as much as you can. I seriously doubt I can count Wikipedia.
February 4, 2009
ready to read about writing right: "how to write a movie in 21 days"
a [pot] lucky day
Today is crunch day, like most Wednesdays, once again. The difference between this Wednesday and the Wednesdays of the past few weeks is this: I’m in (mostly) full health [coughs], my day is just starting (I woke up at 8:45 instead of 5:45), I have a full water bottle (I don’t mind tap and recycling is good for Earth), and iSaac is fully charged and ready to keep me entertained whilst I break down the system (and thanks to my past friPod countdowns, you have an idea of what I’m jamming out to).
Today in particular is a big meeting day at the office. The company would like everyone to be there, by everyone, they mean those who work at home, like me. Will I be there? No. I’m saving on gas and my personal loss of body heat. Which reminds me, I need to make some phone calls to see how much it’ll cost Sam to get some heat in his system even though I’m pretending winter will be over next week.
Anyway, there’s a meeting I won’t be attending–not in person anyway. I’ll listen over the phone and eventually get back to work attacking my files while everyone at the office enjoys what’s called a pot luck. I’m fully aware of the joys a pot luck lunch brings, I just wish it had a different name. It makes me think of leprechauns with black pots of gold. Not that a name like that will keep me from eating. Hmm… now I want me Lucky Charms. But does it seem odd I’m passing up free food? Maybe to some. But the catch is we are supposed to bring food with us, so the others will be like “I’m sure lucky I came” or “They are lucky they got here to get some of my three-alarm rice!” My mother is grudgingly bringing meatballs. I’d like to go a little crazy on them if I made them, slathering them in BBQ sauce or something. Had I done that, none of my co-workers would get one. Tough luck, no pot luck.
The other great thing about today, I know exactly how many more files I need so I could “slack off” tomorrow. That is, I need to destroy as many files as I can today: at least 20 to make my 55 quota. And hey! If I do more I can count it as overtime! And Lord knows I need some OT pay. Sammy needs a new heating system… among other things.
