Feel like I’m Fozzy Bear out here, dancing on stage, singing with all my heart and despite all evidence to the contrary that, “I’ve got rhythm!”
Yeah. As much as a muppet with two puppeteers can have rhythm.
Because as I look at the dates of my poor blog, I certainly have no discernible rhythm when it comes to posting, when it comes to much of anything. And yet I’ve been in the new apartment for half a month now and I just haven’t found it yet. A few days ago I realized there are some little odds and ends from my old office are still packed up but on the upside I’ve repurposed a wicker basket for my magazines. So, win and lose. But still no rhythm. No steady words day-by-day. This has to change. Will be changing.
That said, today was partially, surprisingly, productive, despite my shower being utterly gutted and destroyed with the aid of a sledgehammer and jackhammer. Of course, to facilitate this I fled the apartment, heading downtown. There was something I wanted to try.
I had subjected Sylvie to a viewing of Shaun of the Dead, my all-time favorite movie. She’d never seen it — a sin I had to remedy at once. Since she is a fellow writer, I showed her the featurette where Edgar Wright and Simon Pegg, the writers, show a portion of their process, a lecturer’s pad set onto an easel filled with page after page of scenes in the movie. Mostly chronological, sometimes with snippets of dialogue, sometimes diagrams. A few scenes were literally just a mind map, with a central title and then a starburst of possibilities. In some cases, they were pointing out pieces that didn’t make it into the draft. Tiny jokes or full-on scenes having been deleted. But the whole of the piece was there. Each time I’ve seen the featurette, I get giggly. They are so excited, and you can’t help but feel the same.
And it seems like such damn-cool way to outline.
So I went on walkabout. Found the lecturer pads, but it was too large and would require the easel at any rate. Would not do. I wandered around, wondering. In the end, I picked up a cheap sketch pad, bigger than standard paper size, and headed over to the regular hangout to get to work. Two hours zoomed by and three over-sized pages later, I’ve suddenly discovered I scene that needs to be written, and right now, before anything else. More work will be done this way for most of tomorrow. I would like to figure out this damn novel now rather than later.
Until then, blogging and sipping Lemoncella cut on some ice. Lovely.
Meanwhile, in other minutiae.
Recent Reads: Joe Hill’s 20th Century Ghosts, with is trim, efficient and yet still evocative prose; Nancy Kress’ Probability Moon, a tantalizing opener to a hard SF trilogy that may prove difficult in tracking down, and currently on Jacqueline Carey’s Kushiel’s Dart.