“Red Rose”
Oil on board.
Nervous
Today is the last day of this quest for a long term project. The process for this project has been unusual, frustrating, and a wonderful educational experience. If all I walk away with is what I’ve learned then I’m light years ahead of the competition. This is a good thing.
The producers have compensated us (there are six of us here) for the audition, if that gives you an idea of the scale. We begin the actual recording, of what will be judged for the part, this afternoon. Nervous much?
So until my number is called I’m wearing out a small path of carpet in this room and trying to keep my mind occupied by thinking of other things. That in itself is a reason to stop living. But I’ll carry on anyway.
Mark Haddon, The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-time
I was just told, by an expert no less, that when I read this part I must ”try not sounding so sexy”. HA! That’s like asking sugar not to be sweet!
Contented cookie is rather sexy.
I love the sound of words, the feel of them, the flow of them. I love the challenge of finding just that perfect combination of words to describe a curl of the lip, a tilt of the chin, a change in the atmosphere. Done well, novel-writing can combine lyricism with practicality in a way that makes one think of grand tapestries, both functional and beautiful.
Truth.
toteardown replied to your post: Now no one wants to play with me.
Stupid people abound everywhere
It’s depressing isn’t it? I should introduce you to my best friend, he has that same comment. The two of you would get along famously. :)
EEP!
You gave me a flash back: “why am I awake?” *3am making black coffee to dump whiskey into in the middle of Chicago almost six years ago*
I’m sorry for bringing you back there. Unless it was a flash back of the exciting kind.. then I take full credit! =P
If only..
longhairedboy replied to your post: Now no one wants to play with me.
send them my way. by the time they leave the conversation they’ll be questioning themselves in a manner akin to someone who has had their brain removed, whipped with an egg beater, and poured back in through their ear.
I wish I could have. Actually, I wish you could have been part of this ‘discussion’. It would have been wildly entertaining to see you scramble them.
Shopping
I don’t usually like the task… but today it has become therapeutic.
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