Here it is after midnight again. Oh well, I guess it's a trend for the week. It's not a good one, I usually try to be in bed by 11. Alas.
I'm trying to think of anything interesting that happened today. Not coming up with much. At least, not much I can talk about in public. (That makes me sound so mysterious....) Ah! My baby bean plants grew 4 inches over night! I swear, yesterday they weren't even poking their heads out of the ground. Today there are four of them as big as the weeds. I guess my dad was right. If the garden can grow weeds good, it can grow beans good. I hope I don't let them die before I get a snack from them.
I have had some feedback on this site. One comment said, Personally, I think your site needs more of an ENFP flair to it. Maybe something like: "welcome to my webpage my name is wendy i love unicorns stuffed animals and hugz!!!"
That's what I get for showing it to a bunch of smart-mouthed INTJ's. Others encouraged me to finish up the pictures page. I'll do that one of these days that I get home before midnight.
About the book: Over dinner tonight we discussed how (for us) the writing process is sometimes like being the producer of a movie. You place your actors on a set, get them in costume, and make sure they know what needs to be accomplished in the scene. Then you sit back and watch as it gets played out on the page. Sometimes, they work beautifully. The best of times, they ad-lib some really great lines and bring you through the scene brilliantly. Other times, the actors get cranky. Or they think they know better than you. So here's us, sitting behind the camera watching things unfold, and now and then you have to yell, "cut! what are you guys doing to my script?" so you do another take, and you spend the whole time prompting them on ear-buds. One goes off on an impromptu tirade, and you're begging the other to make them stop, without stepping out of character. That happened to my writing partner on his latest chapter. In the end he threw the script up in the air and stalked out, looking to kill the casting director. ("Who the hell is that? I didn't ask for someone that looked like that!") So I stepped in and had a little pow-wow with the actors and convinced them to try it my way for a little while. One of them still tried to give me attitude, but I showed him. They seemed ready to work with the original producer when he got back from being a dialogue coach on my set. I've got some good actors, but sometimes you can really see why I pay them to be actors and not writers. Their dialogue sucks.
I'm trying to think of anything interesting that happened today. Not coming up with much. At least, not much I can talk about in public. (That makes me sound so mysterious....) Ah! My baby bean plants grew 4 inches over night! I swear, yesterday they weren't even poking their heads out of the ground. Today there are four of them as big as the weeds. I guess my dad was right. If the garden can grow weeds good, it can grow beans good. I hope I don't let them die before I get a snack from them.
I have had some feedback on this site. One comment said, Personally, I think your site needs more of an ENFP flair to it. Maybe something like: "welcome to my webpage my name is wendy i love unicorns stuffed animals and hugz!!!"
That's what I get for showing it to a bunch of smart-mouthed INTJ's. Others encouraged me to finish up the pictures page. I'll do that one of these days that I get home before midnight.
About the book: Over dinner tonight we discussed how (for us) the writing process is sometimes like being the producer of a movie. You place your actors on a set, get them in costume, and make sure they know what needs to be accomplished in the scene. Then you sit back and watch as it gets played out on the page. Sometimes, they work beautifully. The best of times, they ad-lib some really great lines and bring you through the scene brilliantly. Other times, the actors get cranky. Or they think they know better than you. So here's us, sitting behind the camera watching things unfold, and now and then you have to yell, "cut! what are you guys doing to my script?" so you do another take, and you spend the whole time prompting them on ear-buds. One goes off on an impromptu tirade, and you're begging the other to make them stop, without stepping out of character. That happened to my writing partner on his latest chapter. In the end he threw the script up in the air and stalked out, looking to kill the casting director. ("Who the hell is that? I didn't ask for someone that looked like that!") So I stepped in and had a little pow-wow with the actors and convinced them to try it my way for a little while. One of them still tried to give me attitude, but I showed him. They seemed ready to work with the original producer when he got back from being a dialogue coach on my set. I've got some good actors, but sometimes you can really see why I pay them to be actors and not writers. Their dialogue sucks.
