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dot_fennelMy little brother asked today if I wanted to write a screenplay. For him? With him? Could be interesting. We barely spoke before last year, but he does make movies. I'd love to write something for him to film; collaborating with him on writing could be impossible.
Though he's not a bad writer. At some point my mom showed me a piece he wrote about my parents' divorce for a student literary mag and, well, the writing was good. I didn't entirely agree with his take on the divorce, but even the unpleasantness of THAT was offset by my getting to participate in a bunch of little scenelets that I'd heard one was supposed to go through after a divorce.
B Pepper had me write something short for her a few weeks ago. She wanted it promptly so she could shoot it for a class, but when she got it, she decided it was too good to do quickly. She wants to meet and discuss it; she has people in mind to act. It's clearly a big deal for her. I'm flattered... usually it's easy for me to undercut a profession of love for my writing by thinking that someone is just being nice, but the dedication of personal resources on her part to filming my thing would be pretty convincing.
Casts some light on what I don't like about my current job: I feel as though anyone could have learned what I've learned, and I'm just being paid to do for people what they could do for themselves were they not either lazy or more important than me. Nobody asks me to do things because they think I'll be good at them.
But I'm too lazy to go much of anywhere. This afternoon I had a nice period of Not Wanting Anything. I could have written if I hadn't been so freaking tired.
Though he's not a bad writer. At some point my mom showed me a piece he wrote about my parents' divorce for a student literary mag and, well, the writing was good. I didn't entirely agree with his take on the divorce, but even the unpleasantness of THAT was offset by my getting to participate in a bunch of little scenelets that I'd heard one was supposed to go through after a divorce.
B Pepper had me write something short for her a few weeks ago. She wanted it promptly so she could shoot it for a class, but when she got it, she decided it was too good to do quickly. She wants to meet and discuss it; she has people in mind to act. It's clearly a big deal for her. I'm flattered... usually it's easy for me to undercut a profession of love for my writing by thinking that someone is just being nice, but the dedication of personal resources on her part to filming my thing would be pretty convincing.
Casts some light on what I don't like about my current job: I feel as though anyone could have learned what I've learned, and I'm just being paid to do for people what they could do for themselves were they not either lazy or more important than me. Nobody asks me to do things because they think I'll be good at them.
But I'm too lazy to go much of anywhere. This afternoon I had a nice period of Not Wanting Anything. I could have written if I hadn't been so freaking tired.
