Entry #4,431
The last thing before I woke, I dreamt it was raining brandy. Just a light mist. It's cool here today, currently 69˚F, and nothing's falling from the sky. It's that sky. You know the one. In the South, it rarely made appearances except in the autumn. Here, it's welcome all year round. Tie down your beds. Secure the roofs.
I pretty much lost yesterday to the aftereffects of insomnia. I sat here and tried to work on the screenplay, despite the wooziness, sweating, and heart palpitations (oh, but that sounds melodramatic). I revised a conversation that wasn't right, that didn't feel natural. "When Sarah Met Amanda." So much of the dialogue in The Red Tree could be so much better. Anyway, I was so woozy it was hard to concentrate. About 4 p.m., Kathryn came back from the market and I lay down for an hour or so. But couldn't nap. I finally got to sleep sometime after 4:30 a.m., thanks to the Mean Peach Pill.
And dreamt of brandy rain.
Today, I'll be combining two scenes - Sarah meeting Amanda at a party, Sarah and Amanda in Amanda's loft, discussing her art - into one scene - Sarah meeting Amanda at a gallery showing of her art.
Last night, I had a baloney sandwich for dinner, and then we watched David O. Russell's American Hustle (2013), a film that earned ten Oscar nominations and somehow won none. Stellar performances from Christian Bale and Jennifer Lawrence. Bale put on forty pounds for the part, which is almost as alarming as when he lost sixty-two pounds for the title role in The Machinist (2004). Afterwards, we watched Steven Soderbergh's Behind the Candelabra and were amazed by Michael Douglas' portrayal of Liberace. I mean, wow. Douglas received an Emmy, a SAG, and a Golden Globe for the role, and rightfully so.
And that's all I have for today.
TTFN,
Aunt Beast
I pretty much lost yesterday to the aftereffects of insomnia. I sat here and tried to work on the screenplay, despite the wooziness, sweating, and heart palpitations (oh, but that sounds melodramatic). I revised a conversation that wasn't right, that didn't feel natural. "When Sarah Met Amanda." So much of the dialogue in The Red Tree could be so much better. Anyway, I was so woozy it was hard to concentrate. About 4 p.m., Kathryn came back from the market and I lay down for an hour or so. But couldn't nap. I finally got to sleep sometime after 4:30 a.m., thanks to the Mean Peach Pill.
And dreamt of brandy rain.
Today, I'll be combining two scenes - Sarah meeting Amanda at a party, Sarah and Amanda in Amanda's loft, discussing her art - into one scene - Sarah meeting Amanda at a gallery showing of her art.
Last night, I had a baloney sandwich for dinner, and then we watched David O. Russell's American Hustle (2013), a film that earned ten Oscar nominations and somehow won none. Stellar performances from Christian Bale and Jennifer Lawrence. Bale put on forty pounds for the part, which is almost as alarming as when he lost sixty-two pounds for the title role in The Machinist (2004). Afterwards, we watched Steven Soderbergh's Behind the Candelabra and were amazed by Michael Douglas' portrayal of Liberace. I mean, wow. Douglas received an Emmy, a SAG, and a Golden Globe for the role, and rightfully so.
And that's all I have for today.
TTFN,
Aunt Beast