This morning it finally hit me. During my lengthy work day, I can look outside. I have a window. Two of them. And the windows open!. I see two trees. Lush green trees. One of these days I’ll do a little research and give you the exact species of tree.
Occasionally I’ll spot a student strolling between buildings. Today, foot traffic is slow. It’s finals week. It’s the coldest day of the year. Everyone’s indoors, bundling together for warmth and mental support.
The prediction I made in the title of Friday’s entry came true of course. Now, it’s a long wait for the next big game. It should be a good one. We’ll host a party (we being Laurel and myself).
The new screenplay is proceeding well. Collaborative creative efforts often lead to conflicts and so far the only one we’ve had is: Flashbacks or no flashbacks. Now, to most of you the choice is so obvious that I don’t even have to say it. But to others it is not. We’ll work it out. All I can say is when you take a shortcut through the forest sometimes you miss the trees – the sickly barren trees and the lush green trees.
3 comments:
In me 'umble opinion, creative collaboration ALWAYS leads to conflict. And conflict is good - like your literature teacher in kindergarten said, ya can't have a story without conflict. The trick, as I see it, is to make sure the conflict is always about the subject. Argue the idea, not the person. And don't get too attached to your ideas, because there's a good chance you'll have to drown 'em like kittens. Meow.
Ali,
There's no reason on God's Green Earth to banish ideas. Banishment is a thin veil for rage, and rage is a thin veil for fear, and fear is a thin veil for helplessness. And then we're all helpless little kitties drowning in Farmer Hall's burlap sack. I say we go toward this fascinating process rather than skirt around it.
Love, Linglo. Woof
I'll assume that "pocket shaq" and "linglo" have had their accounts overtaken by one "anglerfish" because I think I heard all this before in a Denny's in Brea in 1989
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