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Orthopaedic Injuries of the Civil War: $43.85 and still dropping.
adr script breakdowns: 2.5 down, 1.5 to go.
homework: oh yeah, i have a final paper to write (guess i better get on that).
i watched the pilot of The Young Riders last night. it's hard to conceive of a time when this sort of show didn't interest me. i caught some late episodes (must have been toward the end of its run because everyone's hair was crazy grown-out by then). even then i thought the acting was terrible (greg rainwater wins all sorts of award for this one), and the execution choppy. i laughed out loud at several points last night, so i guess the show was always bad. too bad. the concept was not too ill-conceived, but limited, and it's hard to imagine anyone treating 18-19 year olds like children in that era. they're boys by today's standards, sure, but not in 1860-whatever fantasy year they set this in (i never could reconcile the whole cody-hickock thing in this. too silly).
anyway, it's brain-flushing fun, i suppose. and in spite of myself, i admit to liking the kid-lou storyline. and the kid's horse. she was one of the better characters. the writing, however, is just amazingly bad. i prolly watched a handful of episodes back in its day (i remember one with timothy carhart in particular ~ and lou getting crucified up on a fencepost or something ~ oh, and a camel...yeah).
ride, boldly ride!
i'm 150 pages into March and feel much better about its storyline. brooks has made some attempts to even out the playing field (i see now what she's doing: tearing down Mr. March's assumptions, biases, etc.). i think the scene in which he confronts clubfooted Mr. Canning is an absolutely brilliant reversal. i think she's also managed to subtly show us that Mr. March is altruistic, but blind to his own faults (of which he has as many as anyone else).
i'm not much enamored of the Marmee/homefront stuff. i kinda wished brooks had just written a story about an abolitionist chaplain in the war instead of building on alcott's stuff. the book is good enough to stand on its own and the statement it makes by juxtaposing the women's experience at home and the "truth" could have been made in a short story and been dispensed with otherwise. in fact, i think it's brooks's inventions that are what make this book good ~ i find myself wanting to skim the other.
meanwhile, i haven't given up on Quicksilver. i'm just taking a breather.
~ * ~
i am writing.
at least in my head.
i have been forever on a precipice with this business. teetering, but not quite ready to fall. canceling the APE small press conference in april has helped take some of the pressure off producing Eleison. our marketing agent is doing good things for my brother and that's helpful to keep him encouraged and working. me, i still feel like i am standing on the dock, reluctant to get into the boat, wishing i could just be the one who cracks the champagne across the bow and wishes everyone bon voyage. i feel like i need ten years of my life back so i can start over on the right track instead of getting shanghaied into the theatre.
i know that's not true. i needed to take that path to learn the things i learned.
and there's only forward anyway.
and meanwhile, the ted-man has the ear of CAA on the west coast and i am dragging my feet about submitting work there. somewhere along the way i have to repair this broken trust, this lethargy, this hopelessly dark narrow view i have of my own skills. i've let that punk nelson's words haunt me since my failure to take the world by storm in new york back on the cusp of the millenia: you can only do one thing really well.
i didn't believe that then and i still don't believe it, but i do think i have finally arrived at a point in my life where i can't make the time i need to really pursue all the angles of creative expression i would like to. i have to start letting these things go and try to focus on those projects that have potential commercial viability: my brother's, ted's...and somewhere in there carve out a small place for my own.
i'm looking forward to having a day in which i can just get myself organized. next sunday will be my first day totally free and clear of any and all work obligations. i'm planning to spend it reading, writing, and organizing (and maybe going to the movies!). i'm really looking forward to it!
hope everyone is having a great sunday!
: D
adr script breakdowns: 2.5 down, 1.5 to go.
homework: oh yeah, i have a final paper to write (guess i better get on that).
i watched the pilot of The Young Riders last night. it's hard to conceive of a time when this sort of show didn't interest me. i caught some late episodes (must have been toward the end of its run because everyone's hair was crazy grown-out by then). even then i thought the acting was terrible (greg rainwater wins all sorts of award for this one), and the execution choppy. i laughed out loud at several points last night, so i guess the show was always bad. too bad. the concept was not too ill-conceived, but limited, and it's hard to imagine anyone treating 18-19 year olds like children in that era. they're boys by today's standards, sure, but not in 1860-whatever fantasy year they set this in (i never could reconcile the whole cody-hickock thing in this. too silly).
anyway, it's brain-flushing fun, i suppose. and in spite of myself, i admit to liking the kid-lou storyline. and the kid's horse. she was one of the better characters. the writing, however, is just amazingly bad. i prolly watched a handful of episodes back in its day (i remember one with timothy carhart in particular ~ and lou getting crucified up on a fencepost or something ~ oh, and a camel...yeah).
ride, boldly ride!
i'm 150 pages into March and feel much better about its storyline. brooks has made some attempts to even out the playing field (i see now what she's doing: tearing down Mr. March's assumptions, biases, etc.). i think the scene in which he confronts clubfooted Mr. Canning is an absolutely brilliant reversal. i think she's also managed to subtly show us that Mr. March is altruistic, but blind to his own faults (of which he has as many as anyone else).
i'm not much enamored of the Marmee/homefront stuff. i kinda wished brooks had just written a story about an abolitionist chaplain in the war instead of building on alcott's stuff. the book is good enough to stand on its own and the statement it makes by juxtaposing the women's experience at home and the "truth" could have been made in a short story and been dispensed with otherwise. in fact, i think it's brooks's inventions that are what make this book good ~ i find myself wanting to skim the other.
meanwhile, i haven't given up on Quicksilver. i'm just taking a breather.
~ * ~
i am writing.
at least in my head.
i have been forever on a precipice with this business. teetering, but not quite ready to fall. canceling the APE small press conference in april has helped take some of the pressure off producing Eleison. our marketing agent is doing good things for my brother and that's helpful to keep him encouraged and working. me, i still feel like i am standing on the dock, reluctant to get into the boat, wishing i could just be the one who cracks the champagne across the bow and wishes everyone bon voyage. i feel like i need ten years of my life back so i can start over on the right track instead of getting shanghaied into the theatre.
i know that's not true. i needed to take that path to learn the things i learned.
and there's only forward anyway.
and meanwhile, the ted-man has the ear of CAA on the west coast and i am dragging my feet about submitting work there. somewhere along the way i have to repair this broken trust, this lethargy, this hopelessly dark narrow view i have of my own skills. i've let that punk nelson's words haunt me since my failure to take the world by storm in new york back on the cusp of the millenia: you can only do one thing really well.
i didn't believe that then and i still don't believe it, but i do think i have finally arrived at a point in my life where i can't make the time i need to really pursue all the angles of creative expression i would like to. i have to start letting these things go and try to focus on those projects that have potential commercial viability: my brother's, ted's...and somewhere in there carve out a small place for my own.
i'm looking forward to having a day in which i can just get myself organized. next sunday will be my first day totally free and clear of any and all work obligations. i'm planning to spend it reading, writing, and organizing (and maybe going to the movies!). i'm really looking forward to it!
hope everyone is having a great sunday!
: D
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