THERE'S A FOSSIL THAT'S TRAPPED IN A HIGH CLIFF WALL
Dear
Stock Market, I love you. I know that mine is a fickle love, but
I'll keep apologizing as long as you keep loving me back.
===
So
here's a quick little catchup entry. Catchup, mmm. That's just like
ketchup, which goes on french fries, which I'm not allowed to have
but have managed to consume once or twice anyway. Do you want to
know the snack I just had? Cantaloupe, cottage cheese and cashews,
all mixed together, but not too much of any of it. If this sounds
good to you that means you're pregnant.
I
have nothing updated to say about pregnancy weight gain, other than
that according to the iVillage boards I read like a junkie my gain
is extremely average, if not altogether low. I still say a body
will gain what it wants to. There are so many accounts of women
who are like, "I'm eating so healthy and barely any junk food
and I'm exercising and still I'm gaining weight." Join the
party, sister. If you're doing what you should be doing, the body
will do what it wants.
===
I
sent my script off for professional coverage. I found this pro reader's
blog and he didn't charge that much and best of all I've never met
him, so he had no chance to be wowed by my sparkling personality
or worry that he'd have to hang out with me on Saturday night and
so none of that factored into his notes. And what he said was...
drum roll.... good premise, needs work. Ha. If I had a dollar for
every time. But he made some suggestions which were actually pretty
decent, and didn't have anything negative to say about character
or dialogue, which I guess has always been my strength anyway. It's
plotting, always plotting that gets me. I guess I'm not horrible
at it, but I'm just not great at it. It's hard to think about how
long I've been doing this and that I still can't nail it after a
third page-one rewrite. Ugh. So now I'm on four. Draft four has
begun.
===
I
shot a bunch of footage from documentary #2 today, and it was fun.
That's perhaps the most fun I have in life, I think, is running
around with a camera capturing spontaneous magic. Even if it's scripted
it can still be magical, but not knowing what people are going to
say and getting something that's really funny or really moving is
always really awesome. And then you look down after three minutes
of pure gold and realize you haven't hit the record button, you
call yourself a supersonic asshole in your head, hit the button
surreptitiously, and ask your subject the same question but just
phrased a little differently. Magic.
===
Did
you vote today? I voted. Not happily, because everybody's a twat,
but may the best men and women win. And may the many multitudes
of $20 billion dollar bond measures in California lose. My
good lord.
===
Did
I offend you when I made fun of trendy boy names a few weeks ago?
Sorry. You can make fun of Brick all you want and then we'll be
even. So many people are asking me what we're naming this child
it's ridiculous. And I mentioned that my mother-in-law wanted Linus
and then wanted Addison ("It's a girl's name!" I said,
and she said, "It doesn't have to be."). My dad first
wanted Zarmax and now wants Lincoln, a girl on the softball team
wants Kieran, my own mother is sans opinion which is a breath of
fresh air, and Gray and I are mostly in agreement on the final two.
I'll say that Jackson was number three for a while, but it's soooo
super trendy around here and then our neighbors named their new
dog Jack, so we had to toss it for good. Others that have been eliminated:
Baxter, Bennett, Wilder, Brighton, Enzo. There are so many I like
but can't imagine calling my own child. The test is imagining myself
opening the front door and yelling "DINNER TIME, BAXTER!"
See? It doesn't really work. The other litmus is picturing him in
different stages of life: baby (is it a cute name?), school-age
(will he be picked on for it?), getting a job someday (will they
take him seriously if his name is Brick?). Another problem is that
a lot of the names I like veer into pet territory, which I guess
isn't so odd given that we named our dog Paul. And although Gray
doesn't, I really, really like the name Brannack, because it's weird
and memorable, but another consideration is what do you shorten
the nickname to? Brannie? Gay.
===
It's
4:45 and it's already dark outside, which is just wrong. Goodnight.
