nobody does it like...
gera-lee...
mamazilla- outside of the 'master artist' cottage at Atlantic Center for the Arts
so, i know this blog is turning into this lame "mia's shout-out to her homies and family" website. but, oh well. i decided to reminisce about the home girl-writer-mama-extraordinaire miss geraly (http://www.mamazilla.blogspot.com/.) pretty much because she's probably the only person who's reading this crap-of-a-blog anyhoo. i know what she's thinking about the picture i just posted of her, "oh no, mia didn't." but YES, i did. geraly was one of the first chicas i met while being mentored by miss hagedorn in florida last may. i must admit that initially, i was intimidated by her (and the other writers.) they all seemed so experienced, well-read, had enormous vocabularies, and were always oh-so-very articulate. but eventually, we realized that we were all a bunch of dorks who over analyzed, over observed, and held smilar 'writer'/slacker traits.
i'm wondering if geraly is going through the same kind of writing/re writing hell that i'm enduring at the moment. she's writing a very picturesque, semi-autobiographical, poetic, harmonious, and imaginative novel set in Chicago and the Philippines. i bet she's finished with her novel now (yes, i said that in a jealous tone.)
i, on the other hand, am on my semi-6th draft of this freak'in screenplay. i just received notes back from evan (co-writer) and maite (producer.) although i'm appreciative of their criticism- i somewhat feel like i'm back at the drawing board trying to (re)define my characters, their actions, their beats, and their lives in a more cohesive way that will make sense to someone else besides me.
view from the writer's room at Atlantic Center for the Arts, Florida.
i have exactly one month to push out another decent draft along with a budget attached to this flick. but as tim just advised me- i need to take baby steps and not get too ovewhelmed by the end goal. it's not like i'm trying to find a solution for world hunger- right? i'm just trying to make a movie. no big deal. i just keep telling myself that. no big deal.
and geraly, you're just writing a novel. no big deal.
mamazilla- outside of the 'master artist' cottage at Atlantic Center for the Arts
so, i know this blog is turning into this lame "mia's shout-out to her homies and family" website. but, oh well. i decided to reminisce about the home girl-writer-mama-extraordinaire miss geraly (http://www.mamazilla.blogspot.com/.) pretty much because she's probably the only person who's reading this crap-of-a-blog anyhoo. i know what she's thinking about the picture i just posted of her, "oh no, mia didn't." but YES, i did. geraly was one of the first chicas i met while being mentored by miss hagedorn in florida last may. i must admit that initially, i was intimidated by her (and the other writers.) they all seemed so experienced, well-read, had enormous vocabularies, and were always oh-so-very articulate. but eventually, we realized that we were all a bunch of dorks who over analyzed, over observed, and held smilar 'writer'/slacker traits.
i'm wondering if geraly is going through the same kind of writing/re writing hell that i'm enduring at the moment. she's writing a very picturesque, semi-autobiographical, poetic, harmonious, and imaginative novel set in Chicago and the Philippines. i bet she's finished with her novel now (yes, i said that in a jealous tone.)
i, on the other hand, am on my semi-6th draft of this freak'in screenplay. i just received notes back from evan (co-writer) and maite (producer.) although i'm appreciative of their criticism- i somewhat feel like i'm back at the drawing board trying to (re)define my characters, their actions, their beats, and their lives in a more cohesive way that will make sense to someone else besides me.
view from the writer's room at Atlantic Center for the Arts, Florida.
i have exactly one month to push out another decent draft along with a budget attached to this flick. but as tim just advised me- i need to take baby steps and not get too ovewhelmed by the end goal. it's not like i'm trying to find a solution for world hunger- right? i'm just trying to make a movie. no big deal. i just keep telling myself that. no big deal.
and geraly, you're just writing a novel. no big deal.
posted by MONKEYfightingSTYLE at 9:54 PM
1 Comments:
OH. HELL. NO. YOU. DIDN'T!!!!
...you must realize that i have some flattering and unflattering pics of you from florida as well...
btw - i'm very undeserving of any kind words/thoughts re: my writing (or lack thereof)... i wish i was in writing/rewriting hell - in fact, i'm merely in writing limbo. :( which is why i read your blog, in the hopes that your drive will rub off on me via cyberspace osmosis...
we need another three weeks with "the dogeaater posse".
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