Tap tap tap...is this thing on?

I'm ridiculously pleased with my blue journal. Of course now that I'm admiring it I realize I should have come up with something good to say in it. Hmmm...I'm always ready to go off on other people's journals. How hard could this be? But then I always have something to react to in other people's journals. Right now I'm reacting to an official on TV who explained that the current bombing in Iraq was carefully designed to create "shock and awe."

Shock and awe? Who are we, Gandalf with the fireworks in the Shire? "Oooh! Ahhh! Those Americans," the whole world must be saying now. "They are so awesome!" Good plan, you guys!

And yet something tells me we are neither as shocking nor as awesome as mistful Dudley in leather pants. Nobody does Dudley like Maya!

**Tosses glitter**

-m

Opening a new window...

Just had a sort of interesting meeting with two guys who want me to write this movie script for 'em. It's a real B-movie--a horror movie. I love horror movies. And B-horror movies are some of the best. It should be my dream job. There's only two things I've ever realistically imagined myself doing as an adult--children's books and horror movies. I now do the first thing (and I love it and am SO HAPPY I can get paid for it) so I know writing a horror movie is something I definitely want to do.

I just wish I had some idea of what to do with this terrible story. The idea of being able to say I wrote a schlocky horror movie totally appeals to me...but I'd rather it didn't turn out to be the "Manos Hands of Fate" schlocky. And by schlocky there I mean terribly boring. This particular horror movie, at least in theory, doesn't interest me at all. I can't figure out what the basic fear there is. It just...isn't me, somehow.

See, this is where I should get all excited and creative and read over the script as raw materials I'm being given to just have fun with. An empty page and no idea is much more intimidating to me than a bad idea I'm supposed to make good. I've got loads of practice at that. This time, though, the prospect just kind of makes me tired.

Then there's my ( general writer anxiety about it. )

I did like the director, though. He's young and does a lot of theater work. Which reminds me of that play I have still not finished...but that's a whole 'nother neurotic entry.