I’m in a bit of a creative frenzy, with deadlines on rewrites looming, and the desire to produce one of my shorts NOW. Also, I’m feeling silly.
As I get ready to take a good look at my board, I thought that I’d lower the filter and share a few things. If you are easily offended, well… my job is done. I yam what I yam.
That was a joke.
Now, Deep Thoughts:
- I used to be an atheist, but now I think that it is quite egotistical to say that I absolutely know that there is no higher power. I have no idea if there is or is not. That being said, I don’t believe in the talking snake, or that Jesus was a zombie (although if I were to write a zombie movie, he’d be in it) or that going to church makes one a good person. Casey Anthony and Charles Manson went to church. I don’t believe in tithing, or any organized religion. I’ve seen way too many outrages and atrocities committed under the guise of religion to be able to embrace its separatist concept. Also, I lost a friend on Facebook because I posted a picture of zombie Jesus on Easter. Many religious persons suffer terribly from a lack of humor. And, yeah, if I were a young Palestinian girl knocked up by a roman soldier, I’d tell my parents a light/archangel beamed into my room, too. I don’t believe that you should be kind to others not because if you are not you will be punished, but because it is the right thing to do. I do not believe in hell. I do believe in hell on Earth. Hello, Somalia. I do, like Einstein, believe that energy cannot die, that it simply alters, and so, I suppose, I do believe in some sort of connection between us all and some kind of energy afterlife. My idea of heaven is to be able to eat anything I want all day long and never get sick or fat, and to get lots of foot massages. Oh, and baby animals. And hot men. And yes, I think the hubby is hot.
- I don’t believe that you ever master the art of screenwriting, because with each script, you’re like a newborn babe – new story, new style, new perspective.
- I don’t believe that you can teach someone how to write. I think that you can teach them structure, and you can help develop story literacy and good taste, but at the end of the day, the burden is upon the writer to write.
- Nascar is pointless. Formula 1 is the only way. That being said, I loves me some Ricky Bobby. Shake and bake.
- Thoroughbreds over quarter-horses. ‘Nuff said.
- To quote Stephen King, “Harry Potter teaches us the importance of overcoming adversity. Twilight teaches us the importance of having a boyfriend.”
- Children are not good simply because they are children. I’ve known a few evil ones. Seriously. Look at some of the great horrors that pepper the human experience, and how many involve children. Damien. Samara. The little girl in “Night of the Living Dead.” “Children of the Corn.” “Village of the Damned.” Miley Cyrus. Those little girls on “America’s Got Talent.” They are evil, I tell you. They will eat you for lunch and spit out the remains – and the bad ones are worse.
- I like snakes. They are glorious critters. Have you ever watched one drink water? Now, that is something to behold
- Finning is an horrific practice. I ever catch a guy finning a shark, I swear I will cut off his penis, shove it into a taco, and serve it to him for lunch.
- I love the smell of pumpkin pie, fresh lavender and vanilla, though not all at once.
- I love cold rainy fall days. I do not like the heat. I do like tropical waters. I am a conundrum.
- My husband is my best friend.
- One of my cats has a weight problem. This makes me feel like a terrible mommy. We’re working on it. He’s being food trained.
- I’m a self-described “Pho-ho.” How can you not love that combination of savory broth and noodles? I’ve even made my own – from scratch. Pho is a whole bowlful of awesome.
- I consider myself one of the luckiest people on the planet for being surrounded by such gifted and loving friends.
So, there’s a little of what wheels around in my brain. I feel as if the little gray cells are on constant spin cycle. If they ceased spinning… then I might, too.
Now, go write.
HRH, Princess Scribe