The Frenzy

I went to a screening for my friend's film short. Why did I feel like a nerd? I was the only person looking at the screen. I am not sure why the other people were there. I wanted to see the film which I discovered was in a foreign language. I needed the director (my friend) to translate to me from the French above the music and liquor rising like heavy steam.

Images from the film are still with me. I feel brazen to want to create one for myself, but then I never said I was not brazen. Since I have to develop the script the day that I begin writing, I just have been collecting ideas. I asked a friend to write down a phrase that she said in the midst of conversation. She understood. Why I love my artist friends. They understand the madness. The frenzy.

Gratitude Tuesday

Re-

I am back on a Tuesday of all things! I am happy for the prefix "re"--rebirth, redo, reincarnation, reeverything.

There is a second chance for everything.

I am preparing myself for Script Frenzy. I will still blog, but that is going to be my focus. I am sucking up life right now for the visuals that I think film requires that I need to write down. I am going to have to write my eye. Exactly what my eye sees which is a challenge and a pleasure at once.

I am going to reinvent the way I create. Wish me luck!

Missed Gratitude Tuesday...Again

So many things have been going on, and I am the type of person if I do not write about it right away it is lost.

I am aglow from new friends who embrace their inner Anais Nin in their e-mails and IMs. One should be so lucky to have friends like that...

...and I am. Tuesdays have become a day that does not embrace me having the time to blog--maybe I can anticipate my gratitude on Monday?!

I started working on yet another new story. But better yet, I picked up an old one I had not worked on with new inspiration.

I am glowing and full of all kinds of gratitude!

Missed Gratitude Tuesday

...I am going to continue next Tuesday. I want to keep some decorum. Life has been so hectic...I want to keep something still...

Babycakes and Babeland

I was wandering about the Lower East Side. I am a native New Yorker, but do not think that means I do not have to HopStop certain parts, or discover somewhere I have not been like Columbus. I knew I had to get to Babycakes for their amazing spelt and gluten free chocolate frosted cupcake tops--I did not realize that the rest of the world feels like me and thinks that is the best part of the cupcake hands down. I want to go there now, but I am in the East Village and it would take a while to get there...

This is a lovely irony. I am all for planning my sugar shopping, but when I wandered into Babeland on Rivington Street, I was the chica who walked out with a bottled water. I was salivating over the erotic books there--instructional and fictional. But I walked out with room temperature water with a pink Babeland label. The cashier was lovely, said to me there was a rip off coupon on the bottle which I almost used for my $1.60 water. But then had a change of heart. Decided to save the coupon for a rainy day.

Both of us were glad I made that decision...

Gratitude Tuesday

Quirks

In my I Heart Memes post, CeeCi mentioned my semi addiction to Tori Amos...

Her new album came out today, and it is the new soundtrack in my head. I cannot even begin to describe how good the album is. I am the sort of girl who usually does not love an album until I have heard it a few times. I have never met a Tori song I did not like. The lyrics, the voice, the sounds. What a sensation.

I read years ago in an interview in Rolling Stone, Tori Amos said that she was an acquired taste like anchovies. I remember my first Tori album was "Boys for Pele." Let's just say my mother does not like anchovies. No matter how low I played the album she would hear it and tell me to turn it down more.

A crush of mine once asked me to waltz to a remix of "Hey Jupiter." I was just getting to know him and I don't dance much so I said no, but it was once of the most romantic things a guy has ever proposed to me.

There is a Tori album that is the soundtrack to infinite parts of my life. Even when her words cannot be literally translated for me, I find something I feel in them and am captured.

Maybe Tori is one of my quirks--among many! Thank God for them because if we were all the same we would be nothing.