When you know the notes to sing, you can sing most anything...
I had quite a weekend! I confiscated a spiral notebook purchased to be a handwritten journal to scribble out a script. Once I started, I couldn't stop! (I can't wait until the end of today, when I'm going to start transcribing the long-hand to a Word doc.) My idea and premise -- the woman who abandons her kid at Wendy's -- Screech! -- has gone a new way!

Although I'm new to Blogging, I'd worried about putting some of my ideas out here -- what if someone read it and "borrowed" them? (Like that evil bitch Ms. Ciccone, for example.) That's a chance I'll take. After writing for several hours, the direction that initial premise has taken is so different that even if someone snagged the idea (which has already been done anyway), it doesn't matter because my short (and now larger) story goes in a different direction, and ... I'm jazzed because maybe, toot toot my horn, it will have something to say!

I'm used to writing how characters feel and think, but if you follow the "rule" that someone (E the tutor?) told me that "one page equals one minute of dialog", then I have a feature length in the making! Anyhow, part of the challenge will be "showing, not telling" that will come from creating dialog. (And I don't want a full-length, I want to do a short film. No sense in intimidating Hollywood *just* yet. hee hee.)

I also have to make the dialog less stereotypical. (Details, details.) The story -- at present :^) -- takes place in a certain state where some of the characters like to say "honey" and "y'all". That's fine for while I'm building the general dialog/theme/scenes, but it should be more subtle. Even if I'm totally off, and this is all a bunch of crap, it doesn't matter: I'm doing something. And it's fun.

I can't help falling in love, I fall deeper and deeper the further I go...
On a lighter note, I attended a work wedding over the weekend -- Meaning, the Bride and Groom both worked for the same company I do. I missed the ceremony, but showed up for the reception.

I haven't been to too many weddings; this one pushed a few buttons. Working with the groom before he met his bride-to-be, I saw how he mellowed out and becoming visibly happier once he began dating. The bride, who I don't know as well, is smart, pretty, funny. And, she was absolutely beautiful. When her father got up to give the first toast, it was tough for me not to break out bawling. The way everyone treated each other, this marriage should stick; it would be awful if it doesn't. I've been to a few where folks just went through the motions. This one pushed every sentimental button I have.

Embarrassingly, I was yanked out of the audience for the Garter Belt ceremony. And, even worse, no one made any attempt to grab it as the groom tossed it back -- isn't it disrespectful to allow it to drop to the floor? So I grabbed it and froze in the spotlight, horrified -- the father of the groom came towards me with the microphone, which they stuck in my face. I had no idea what to say, and he had to finish some sentences for me. It was some banter about single women in the room and stuff. (*shudder*).

I figure for those folks I don't specifically tell, the obvious and the gossip mill will fill in the blanks. I don't believe I'm at all closeted, I believe my flapping wrists precede me on that, but neither do I believe in boardroom proclamations. It's not professional. I don't know how, but I see that I may have to have a little chat with the groom and have him smell the coffee.

Here's a bummer; I didn't even get to keep that garter. For a fleeting moment, I thought it would make a nice campy addition to my rearview-mirror. But... turns out it was the "something borrowed". ho ho ho.

Round and round and round you go...
While blogsurfing, a lot of folks say what they're listening to. Like reading books, you can never listen to enough music -- there's no way I could listen to everything. And me, I'm also compulsive: If I find a track I like, I will listen to it over (and over and over) again. I'm listening to two such songs at present and which I think illustrate my present frame of mind. For what it's worth, here they are:

From a CD-Sampler given out at the wedding: Nat King Cole singing Stardust Melodies.

From the CD-Sampler I picked up from the closing night art gallery a few weeks ago: Something by Belle et Sebastien (?), french and trance-y, with violins in a minor key, a sampling of over-dubbed drum beats and an androgynous voice repeating what sounds like "My man". (If it's french, maybe it's "the Hand" -- les mains. OOooh that Belle et Sebastien.)

Deeper and deeper, sweeter and sweeter...