I’ve been having these chest pains this week. Kleinette was not amused yesterday when I brightly said, ‘I’ll see you in two weeks, unless I have a heart attack first.’
Anyway.
TMD and I are shortly leaving for a glitzy hotel for My Other Job; we’ve got a weekend of meetings. Glory be, though, Corporate T will be there. Much talk of who will be ignoring who is furiously flying, though most of my concentration lies on what the free gift will be this year. Oh, the joy of a hoodie. Or a new car. You know we’re going to end up with a shitty pen that has half the ink gone, though.
Life moves on, though.
Just got my first feedback from the tutor of the writing course, for the piece I submitted last weekend. I think I should bring all this stuff to therapy. The actual critique of my form was really, really favourable. The only suggestions were around motivation, and perhaps – was I *shock horror* writing to entertain the audience? Us literary folks don’t give a shit about who reads our fiction, apparently.
I suppose I can now definitively answer Kleinette’s question – while being perceived as literary would be nice, I am not particularly likely to fall into that category any time soon. I like the movement of words, the joy of writing, the satisfaction from telling a really good fucking story. And I think that’s more than enough.
I am still trying not to rip myself apart, so I will repost a bit of his comments here to keep me focused on the positive:
You obviously have natural ability with language and voice. Your sentences propel the writing forward energetically. And I very much appreciate the playfulness of this, the sense that your comfortable personifying these little “obsessions” as if they were your private menagerie (which, I guess, they are).
He also said he had fun reading it. Well, halleluiah. (How DO you spell that word??) I find it much harder to write funny things that dramastic ones.
Oh! Also went to the premiere of my friend’s film last night. There was red carpet outside!!
It was possibly the best movie I have ever, ever seen. It’s a shame that it was commissioned for tv, because I would imagine you would lose a lot without the big screen experience. For those of you who live in my country, I think the movie will be on channel quatro in mid-November. I thought the director said the 17th, TMD thinks the 19th. You’ll know you’ve found it when you find the title of a movie taken from ze big book of Jesus, before Jesus entered the scene. My Jewish pals can also access this, as it is handily in the ze big book that never gets to Jesus, but would you like to talk about circumcision?
I read a bit of that book before going to the film yesterday, and it deepened my appreciation for what the writer did. I’m going to read the rest of it before it comes out on tv! I am literary in my appreciation of art, you see.
Oh, it’s also really, really easy to crash film parties. Granted, we walked in with the producer, but the hotel staff didn’t know that, did they? TMD, myself, Landlady, and Landman stood by the windows. TMD was feverishly looking at the view and contrasting how the city looks from the south as with the north. (Don’t judge.) Landman had his eyes peeled and kept pointing out various actors, and when he caught up with Filmetta he just kept saying, ‘And who’s that guy in the purple shirt? With the curly hair…no, no, the one talking to that lady in the red dress.’
Landlady and I huddled nearby, discussing counselling.
OH, WE ARE SO FUCKING HIP AND COOL.
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Fictionary
Dramastic – Adjective formed by the combination of ‘dramatic’ and ‘fantastic.’
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