I am pleased to have another microfiction published at Six Sentences:
Wellingtons
Thursday, July 9, 2009
A true clairvoyant?
Paleo-Future.com just published a number of children's letters from 1976, predicting what life would be like in the year 2000. This one seems to know where we're headed in the year 2009. I especially like the part about driving as fast as I want to without the worries of getting a ticket:
Dear Laurie,
I think in the year 2000 the earth will be much more polluted than it is.
I also think that we will have no more school, and cars can go as fast as they want without getting a ticket.
The government will pay every person as much as they want without them having to work. I also think we will be out of energy for stores or anything that uses fuel in the year 2000.
Sincerely,
Wednesday, July 8, 2009
The New and the Old
Just about finished with final edits to my as yet untitled sci fi (or should I say SyFy?) screenplay. I had a title, but then there was a TV show and at least 3 films over the last 10 years to hog that title. I came up with a temporary title, which I've been assured is pretty crappy. But the good news is my new writing partner gave me valuable feedback which is enabling me to shake things up a bit more in Act II. Isn't that always the thing?
A new script is emerging now, about a fake psychic. I've been doing a bit of research into cold reading and John Edward. Not saying Edward is a fake (but c'mon, there's always that possiblity).
Lately my Idea Log has been bursting. More ideas than I can start writing at the moment. I'll need those in the dead of January when my brain is mired in the Upstate NY winter slush.
Looking forward to the semester this fall. I'll be teaching two sections of intro to screenwriting again at Ithaca College, and a section of developmental writing at TC3. That's five days a week of being in the classroom. Yessss!
Also looking forward to the Rod Serling Conference this October. I served as a reader again this year for the scriptwriting competition; in general I thought the entries were stronger than last year's.
Summer is rolling along and I am enjoying the mornings more than I ever thought possible. Have I turned into a morning person? Could it be? My mother must be laughing on the Other Side (that's what John Edward calls it).
A new script is emerging now, about a fake psychic. I've been doing a bit of research into cold reading and John Edward. Not saying Edward is a fake (but c'mon, there's always that possiblity).
Lately my Idea Log has been bursting. More ideas than I can start writing at the moment. I'll need those in the dead of January when my brain is mired in the Upstate NY winter slush.
Looking forward to the semester this fall. I'll be teaching two sections of intro to screenwriting again at Ithaca College, and a section of developmental writing at TC3. That's five days a week of being in the classroom. Yessss!
Also looking forward to the Rod Serling Conference this October. I served as a reader again this year for the scriptwriting competition; in general I thought the entries were stronger than last year's.
Summer is rolling along and I am enjoying the mornings more than I ever thought possible. Have I turned into a morning person? Could it be? My mother must be laughing on the Other Side (that's what John Edward calls it).
Saturday, June 27, 2009
Renew!
The impact of this week's immense losses to pop culture and media gluttony has yet to be revealed.
I am especially saddened by Farrah's untimely passing. As girls, my best friend and I would play "Charlie's Angels," and Farrah was beyond any level of our imagined attainment. When other blonde TV actresses in the 60s-70s-80s were playing the ditzy bimbo (Suzanne Sommers, Goldie Hawn - don't get me wrong I love Goldie but c'mon), Farrah quit "Charlie's Angels" and did "The Burning Bed." Her fight, her spirit, her work are to be commended.
Michael Jackson. King of Pop. Pedophile. I'm sick of the glorification of his personal life. The man was mentally ill and could've used some help while he was alive. Let's hope and pray someone helps his three kids.
Ed McMahon was a class act on the Tonight Show, though I have no idea of the man as a human being. He left late night a legacy every bit as much as Johnny did.
As a Buddhist I believe in reincarnation, and as a sci fi geek I have to acknowledge Farrah's work in Logan's Run... RENEW! RENEW!
I am especially saddened by Farrah's untimely passing. As girls, my best friend and I would play "Charlie's Angels," and Farrah was beyond any level of our imagined attainment. When other blonde TV actresses in the 60s-70s-80s were playing the ditzy bimbo (Suzanne Sommers, Goldie Hawn - don't get me wrong I love Goldie but c'mon), Farrah quit "Charlie's Angels" and did "The Burning Bed." Her fight, her spirit, her work are to be commended.
Michael Jackson. King of Pop. Pedophile. I'm sick of the glorification of his personal life. The man was mentally ill and could've used some help while he was alive. Let's hope and pray someone helps his three kids.
Ed McMahon was a class act on the Tonight Show, though I have no idea of the man as a human being. He left late night a legacy every bit as much as Johnny did.
As a Buddhist I believe in reincarnation, and as a sci fi geek I have to acknowledge Farrah's work in Logan's Run... RENEW! RENEW!
Thursday, June 18, 2009
Summer '09
My plans to teach this summer have been thwarted. I was prepped and ready to go on an English 100 class at the nearby community college, and I showed up on my first day of class to find an empty classroom. Moments later, the Dean walked in and apologized profusely that there were no students enrolled, therefore the class was canceled.
This was to be a "run off" class that would have been filled with students from Eng. 101 who needed more developmental writing work. However, those students were not required to take 100, only recommended to, and as it so happens none of them wanted to.
Firstly, as for my inconvenience, the Dean was very gracious and offered me half-pay for my time and trouble. I appreciate him and genuinely like him, so no hard feelings.
But, as for the students, I think the college is doing them a great disservice by not requiring them to take Eng. 100 per their instructors' assessment. Those students are non-native speakers of English, as it so happens, and so this is an even more troubling prospective for them. If they fail Eng. 101, they will have to go back to take Eng. 100 and then re-take 101 anyway. They are wasting a class worth of time and money this way.
Okay, off that soapbox. What this means for me: I am spending my summer writing and editing my documentary. I don't like living on a shoestring, but perhaps this is the silver lining. I get to write every day and don't have to go to work. Well, for now. I may need some temp work to help with August, but we'll cross that bridge when we get there.
So, this summer's writing projects are, in order of priority:
1. Final polish of the sci fi script.
2. Generate log lines for my manager friend in L.A., develop one of them and write a complete draft by end of summer.
3. Revise BEAUTY IS... with the notes I received from my writing group in April.
And of course edit my film. All this amounts to a full time job, so it's not at all accurate to say I'm not working this summer. I'm just not getting paid for my work. Yet!
This was to be a "run off" class that would have been filled with students from Eng. 101 who needed more developmental writing work. However, those students were not required to take 100, only recommended to, and as it so happens none of them wanted to.
Firstly, as for my inconvenience, the Dean was very gracious and offered me half-pay for my time and trouble. I appreciate him and genuinely like him, so no hard feelings.
But, as for the students, I think the college is doing them a great disservice by not requiring them to take Eng. 100 per their instructors' assessment. Those students are non-native speakers of English, as it so happens, and so this is an even more troubling prospective for them. If they fail Eng. 101, they will have to go back to take Eng. 100 and then re-take 101 anyway. They are wasting a class worth of time and money this way.
Okay, off that soapbox. What this means for me: I am spending my summer writing and editing my documentary. I don't like living on a shoestring, but perhaps this is the silver lining. I get to write every day and don't have to go to work. Well, for now. I may need some temp work to help with August, but we'll cross that bridge when we get there.
So, this summer's writing projects are, in order of priority:
1. Final polish of the sci fi script.
2. Generate log lines for my manager friend in L.A., develop one of them and write a complete draft by end of summer.
3. Revise BEAUTY IS... with the notes I received from my writing group in April.
And of course edit my film. All this amounts to a full time job, so it's not at all accurate to say I'm not working this summer. I'm just not getting paid for my work. Yet!
Saturday, March 28, 2009
Resurfacing.
The lake is green today.
Now I'm remembering
how it makes me feel.
To connect
To feel the waves touching sky and earth.
Wind making energy making waves
traveling growing faster powerful
creating motion
creating sound against itself, rocks, sand, boats, swimmers, life.
Sun and water ions
Together again.
Wind keeping things real.
The lake is green today.
Now I'm remembering
how it makes me feel.
To connect
To feel the waves touching sky and earth.
Wind making energy making waves
traveling growing faster powerful
creating motion
creating sound against itself, rocks, sand, boats, swimmers, life.
Sun and water ions
Together again.
Wind keeping things real.
Monday, March 16, 2009
Post writing retreat
I just spent a glorious six days devoted to my writing at the Constance Saltonstall Foundation for the Arts artist colony. I completed a final draft of "Beauty Is..." (see log line below*). Also worked on the sci fi screenplay that is just about done, and started in earnest writing a TV pilot. Other than that, I went for walks in the woods, hung out with turkey vultures and deer, and did Yoga. Now it's back to the semester's work: grading mid-term portfolios. Here's to life!
Beauty Is...
In a small Connecticut town in 1953, a 16-year-old tomboy is forced to go to “finishing school” for the summer, where she encounters a mysterious club of feminine vigilantes who frame her mother for stealing the town’s precious historical silver. This summer, she must stop the vigilantes, clear her mother’s name, and learn how to walk in heels.
*Registered with WGA 2008
Beauty Is...
In a small Connecticut town in 1953, a 16-year-old tomboy is forced to go to “finishing school” for the summer, where she encounters a mysterious club of feminine vigilantes who frame her mother for stealing the town’s precious historical silver. This summer, she must stop the vigilantes, clear her mother’s name, and learn how to walk in heels.
*Registered with WGA 2008
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