the grandmother of all hikers

Jun 21, 2004 10:35

Last week, my grandmother asked me how my writing is going. She'd believed that I could be one since I was a bunch younger, and here we are, actively making things. Anyway, she wanted anything I'd written since the last time I donated a cd and a bunch of scrambly written papers. So I meshed up my current project [that only a few people have access to on LJ], and gave her my five page story/screenplay. I didn't have a chance to call her last week, but I did talk to her yesterday at my sister's bridal shower-after-party.

The first thing she asked me was how depressed I was whilst writing this. You'd think this was a normal response from a family member, but not from her. She's a fantastic writer, has been published twice with poetry, and understands where I'm coming from. Anyway, she described how dark and deep and dirty it was and where it was coming from, to which I really don't have an answer. I was actually caught off guard to her wary, yet positive response. I just wish I could write it on a daily basis.

I also hope that in the end people might want to donate their services to help if it does get to the short film part. It might take another year to setup, but it's something I'd like to seriously get into with a friend of mine who's ready and willing to be Mr. camera/director man. I'll also be calling the shots but I'm not sure if I can see myself in the lead role. There are two main parts [so far], and alot of background people. It is a year in advance, and some of the background folk might need something to do with makeup, but I'm not sure yet.

Well this turned out longer than I thought. At least I have the land I was given in the United States.
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