Day 298
When you go to bed at 4:30 you wake up at 12:30. I have only been awake for a few hours and in that time I have done yet another edit of my spec script. The spec script is for a contest that I am entering and is also the reason why most of my blog entries have been teeny tiny the last two weeks. Most of my day is usually spent writing, So, there is nothing really all that exciting to report.
But, today not only was I hungover, I was out of food and I couldn't leave my room as I had much work to do on the script. It was like being on Survivor but having more frequent showers and less bugs. I had to eat food that came out of cans. Until my coffee kicked in I really had no idea where the pineapple tidbits came from or what exactly were the "vegetables" floating around in the soup I bought just for the letter-shaped noodles (still don't really know). And despite the survival times I was having I still realized that I was a diva, as it took me twenty minutes to get the cans open as I don't have an electric can opener for the first time in my life. And who says I ain't roughing it?
Anyway, so I finally got another draft of the script done and it is probably five pages too long but I don't care, it makes me laugh. Hopefully, it makes other people laugh as well. I sent it off to a few people I know to read through it and give their opinions, now I get to sit here and wait to hear what is wrong with it or, if I am lucky, what is right with it. Oh the joys of writing. It's sort of like having a kid that you groom to be your vision of an amazing angel and you enroll them in daycare to realize that they are a heathen just like all the other kids. But sometimes they stay amazing angels and the chance of that is all worth it.
As I totally forgot to send a card I decided it was best to call my father. He answered his cellphone on the 7th ring and sounded a little out of it. Okay, so he always sounds a little out of it. Anyway, I asked him if he had been sleeping. He told me that he was visiting my grandmother and was taking a little nap. I am not sure what the point of visiting grandma is if you are just going to sleep it away. We talked for a little bit, well, I mostly talked which could've meant he was sleeping, and then he hung up on me. I tried to call him back several times and his phone rang and rang. I wonder if he fell asleep and if he would even remember that I called to wish him Happy Father's Day.
Today I g-chatted with my bodyguard who is spending his summer in India. My first line, "How much do you love me?" His response, "I love you lots." I miss him but what if the gmail version of him and the real life version of him are actually two different things? Ahh! Anyway, I chatted him up a little and he agreed to edit some of my work. I also made him agree to becoming a Calvin Klein model to support me. That's what you get for loving me, I guess.
I spoke with my mother this evening and she told me that she had fired up the computer. Her computer is from 1998. Anyway, she had gone on the internet to look for a recipe for enchiladas. I have two issues with this. 1. She doesn't even know how to check her yahoo account and she can find recipes? 2. Why is it when I am home and ask what we're having for dinner she pretty much just offers frozen pizza?
In preparation of writing and rewriting my spec script I have been watching episodes of the show I am writing a script for and taking notes on everything. As I mentioned above, I was feeling pretty good about the spec draft I had done--until, I watched and outlined the season finale of the show I am writing for and made notes. Turns out yeah, the writer for that episode is like 100 million times better than I am. I wonder what her first draft looked like. I wonder if she is my age. I wonder if I can pull this off. After all of these thoughts I got my first feedback from a friend, a friend whose opinions I don't usually trust but knows the show. He said the pacing is off, two of the core character voices are off, and it could be funnier. And what is on repeat in my head? "Oh shit. Oh fuck. Oh shit. Oh fuck."
Tip of the Day: It's okay to think that watching birds shit is both gross and amazing to see, right?
-Canadian Castaway
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