Here I am in my new Marilyn Monroe glasses. I’ve had them for a couple weeks already and I just LOVE them!!
As excited as I was for my Halloween night at home, I spent it entirely differently than I had thought I would. (See post from Thursday.)
Yesterday morning, I decided that I was going to be diligent and do homework all afternoon, but that plan lasted until about 12:15 PM when I found I could no longer resist the temptation to go down to the family room and watch the episode of Father Brown that I had DVR’d the night before. And once that happened, I was not going back to that homework idea…
However, none of the Halloween movies appealed to me this year. And when I noticed that Amazon Prime was offering free streaming of Radio Days, one of my most very favorite Woody Allen films, I dropped everything and watched that. I don’t know how many times I’ve seen that movie since it came out in 1987; I have lost track. But I never get tired of it. IT is so charming and uplifting. And the soundtrack is to die for (for me, anyway — someone who loves to live in the past!)
Then I switched to YouTube and watched several episodes of Hetty Wainthropp Investigates! I love Patricia Routledge and it’s refreshing to see her being clever and not being Hyacinth Bucket once in a while.
Which reminds me that another one of my favorite films is on tonight — on Turner Classic Movies: Dame Margaret Rutherford in Murder Most Foul!! I have to say that Dame Margaret had the strangest take on Miss Marple ever, but it is still really fun to watch her movies. She made 4 Miss Marple movies — this one is the one where she joins a local theatrical troupe in a small English village in order to, of course, solve a murder. It is really fun — made in England in 1964.
Even though I’m going to DVR this, I will probably stay up and watch it tonight, since tomorrow we set the clocks back anyway. I won’t miss any sleep.
This weekend is the final weekend of the course I’m taking in school, so I have a final project to write, plus 3 other shorter papers to write. Then I have one last course to take and I graduate (still on track for magna cum laude!). Kind of hard to believe that, come Christmas, I will suddenly have so much free time. I am going to spend all that free time packing and throwing stuff away and getting ready for yet another out-of-state move. This will be my 4th long-distance move and hopefully it will be my last. (Well, I don’t mind if I move to another house, I just don’t want to move out of state again. It is a lot to deal with, especially now that I will be transporting a colony of feral cats with me.)
Although, I have to say, they get less feral all the time. Here is a shot of Weenie on my bed last night, while I was watching Hetty Wainthropp Investigates. He is very comfortable around me, although most of the time, he won’t let me pet him. He’s getting better about that, though.
Okay, I guess I better close this and start working. I’m going to make a pot of butternut squash soup (the easiest soup ever — boil the squash, an onion, celery and a carrot, 4 small peeled potatoes, sea salt and a dash of red pepper flakes for about 30 minutes, then puree it!), finish the laundry, then get crackin’ on all that homework.
Have a wonderful (meaningful?) All Soul’s Day, wherever you are, gang! Thanks for visiting. See ya!
[Fantastic opening credit music to Murder Most Foul!]
Okay, gang, just wanted to wish you all a very happy All Hallows Eve, wherever you live and however you celebrate!
I will most likely celebrate it the way I always do nowadays: A rustic wine (notice how big the jug is and how there appears to be only one autumnal wine glass! Hmmm); popcorn in my special scary-Halloween-movie popcorn bowl; and some sort of old, fun Halloween movie. (I include Edward Scissorhands in my Halloween movies, for some reason, even though it has that really sad Christmas-y snowy ending).
Actually, I will likely start my Halloween celebrations by watching the non-Halloween episode of Father Brown that I will be DVR-ing on PBS tonight. I love that show. My only complaint is that it is only an hour long so they have to cram way too much plot into the allotted time and then suddenly, boom, Father Brown in solving the murder. But I still love the show! I am totally into cozy mysteries.
If you are still super young and have never spent time watching the older vampire movies, you are missing some real treats. Here is an assortment of truly cool movies that you can either find free on YouTube or hunt down before tomorrow night.
This is a nice & creepy compilation from Nosferatu, a great silent Dracula movie from Germany, 1922 (I know you can watch this entire film free on YouTube):
Here ‘s the trailer for a wonderful movie made in 2000 about a fictional account of making Nosferatu, Shadow of the Vampire:
This is a great version of the Dracula story that is full of soul brothers and is also kinda scary!! The infamous Blacula!
A great creepy later version of Dracula/Nosferatu starring the great and rather creepy German actor, Klaus Kinski, from 1979:
Here’s something that was not creepy at all, from 1966, It’s the Great Pumpkin, Charlie Brown!
There is of course the famous 1931 version of Dracula starring Bela Lugosi. If you have never seen this, well, frankly I find that hard to imagine! But the sets in this film are — if you’ll excuse the pun — to die for!!
Oh, and here’s another one of my favorite’s, from 1992, Bram Stoker’s Dracula!
And here is one of my all-time favorite Halloween movies ever, from 1994, Ed Wood:
Well, all righty! If you’re planning on staying in tomorrow night and have plenty to drink but nothing to watch, this list should give you a good start! In the meantime, have a terrific Thursday, wherever you are. And thanks for visiting, gang!! See ya!
Yes, by that, I mean that I basically have the whole day off. I only have about 75 minutes’ worth of work to do (meaning work I do to get paid), and then the rest of the day is MINE!!
And best yet, I cleaned the whole house yesterday, did all the laundry on Saturday, and so I have no chores I need to do, either. Plus, I don’t have anymore homework due for school until Wednesday.
So. Methinks today will be all about doing my own writing, taking a walk (it’s a gorgeous day here again), playing with the cats, baking something autumnally aromatic; just stuff that I love doing.
Speaking quickly of cats… I have to report that those Brewer’s yeast tablets I began giving all of them earlier this summer have given them really gorgeous coats. They shed less and their colors really pop. The tabbies’ coats look particularly incredible — the black and tan are all marble-y and have such a bright sheen. And the ginger cats are super ginger-y. When I took Bunny to the vet a couple weeks ago, the vet said, “She’s either really good at cleaning herself or you’re doing a great grooming job.” (I do try to comb her once a day, but I think it’s more those Brewer’s yeast tablets, to be honest. I didn’t say that to the vet, though. I let Bunny get all the credit.) Here’s a shot of Lucie, who is notoriously difficult to get a photo of — more proof that today is just an incredible day, gang!
On the writing front: I am halfway done with a new outline for the TV pilot. I should complete it today. (The plot remains essentially the same, it’s just being told from a different character’s perspective and that shift of POV really made the story come alive emotionally.)
As far as baking goes: So far this fall, I’ve baked oatmeal raisin bars, two pumpkin pies, a squash cake with chocolate chips & pecans that was to die for!! (I baked an acorn squash and pureed it, seasoning it and using it like you would a pumpkin. ) If I bake something today, it might be cranberry-nut bread. Not sure yet, though.
All righty, gang! I gotta scoot and do that 75 minutes of work! Thanks for visiting! Oh — forgot to mention that I went to see St. Vincent over the weekend and really liked it a lot. Bill Murray, Melissa McCarthy, Chris O’Dowd, and Naomi Watts are all splendid, along with a great little newcomer, Jaeden Lieberher. Terrence Howard also has a nice role as the reluctant goon. The film was beautiful, funny, poignant, uplifting. Here’s the trailer.
Okay! Have a great Monday, gang. See ya!
One of my friend’s signed up at oDesk and eLance recently because she needed to drum up more work. Now, I am the kind of writer who always needs to drum up more money; I never need to drum up more work!
But sometimes (okay — frequently) I forget this!
Yesterday, after I came home from a freelance editing job, and while I was organizing the homework assignments I had to write for this week, and after I had talked to the actress in NYC again about nailing down the flight I needed to take to get to NYC and begin working on the original off-Broadway musical, and while staring at the piles of notes I had for my screenplay re-writes with Kevin in Brooklyn, and from the producer in L.A. for the TV series we’re trying to develop, and while thinking about the new book I wanted to write (a fun murder mystery that I think will be a blast! I already have a producer interested in a holiday screen adaptation for women’s television), I thought to myself: You know, I ought to sign up at oDesk and eLance, too, and try to make some more money…
So sign up, I did!That’s right!
But then, as my head hit the pillow last night, I thought to myself: How bizarre! What the heck is the matter with you? When do you think you’re actually going to be able to do anyone else’s writing and still have time for your own???
So I un-signed up this morning.
Why is it that it is so hard for writers to consistently earn enough money to live on and still write creatively (as opposed to hired-and-sometimes-hack work that other people can’t or won’t do)? It has plagued me throughout my entire career, and I’ve been a professional writer now for 25 years. Sometimes the money is great. Sometimes it stays consistently good for a good chunk of time. Then it disappears entirely and you resort to prayer. Then, happily, it picks up again. Sometimes, it even snowballs into more money than you’ve ever seen, but I haven’t experienced that. Yet. (You’ll notice, though, that as a recently ordained minister, I have made resorting to prayer part of my full-time job! I am really, really good at resorting to prayer. However, that said, I have also gotten really good at standing back and letting prayers be answered, left, right, and center. It had a lot to do with this stuff –click link & scroll down– and it took years to master it. And some days, I don’t master it at all.)
I honestly think that you’ve got to be happy. It is imperative. Do only what makes you happy — and you might be surprised at what types of little jobs might make you happy. I know I’ve surprised myself over the years. (4 years ago, I said yes to a 2-hour cleaning job without knowing it meant I would be working for this company and that, as a writer, it would open all kinds of doors for me and turn my life around.) Make yourself happy and then the other stuff that comes to you makes you, surprisingly, even happier. But sometimes you have to really wait. And that “waiting” part is when a whole lot of people just give up, turn around and go home. (i.e., “do stuff they hate.”)
I don’t think that writers are going to get paid what they’re worth in this lifetime. A small few will — but it’s fewer and fewer all the time. However, you can at least make enough to live a fulfilled and happy life. And, really, I believe that’s what we’re here for. When we’re fulfilled and happy, we do astounding things that can’t help but have a beneficial trickle-down effect for everybody.
On that happy note, I gotta scoot!! Have a terrific Wednesday, wherever you are and whatever happy thing you’re doing!! Thanks for visiting, gang. See ya.
[One of my all-time favorite films. Who knew it would be part of my destiny, kind of??]
I don’t know about you guys, but I had the best weekend. All my plans seemed to go awry at the last minute (i.e., I was supposed to see the opera the Marriage of Figaro, Skype with Kevin, go to church) and I wound up having the entire weekend to myself, with nowhere I needed to go, nothing pressing I needed to do. My homework was completed by mid-morning on Saturday. A local marathon kept me from going to church on Sunday. I wound up just taking a couple of really lovely walks; I baked a cake; I did laundry; I did yoga; and then spent most of the weekend watching old Harry Potter movies on TV!
I don’t know — what could be better? I so rarely have two days in a row where I don’t really have to do much of anything. And the Harry Potter movies are such fun time-wasters. I actually sat in my own living room, in my own easy chair, and I watched television for hours. (There was a Harry Potter marathon on ABCFamily.) For some reason, I don’t spend much time hanging out in my own living room. It has become a luxury. Something that symbolizes “free time.”
I had a great phone conference with one of the producers in L.A. yesterday. Last week, I actually let the other producer go. (Or however you would say that — it’s not like I fired him.) I came to the conclusion that even though he was a really nice guy and had great ideas, those ideas were taking my own idea in a really different direction that I couldn’t connect with — and because of that, the re-writing process had become tortuous for me. As soon as he was out of the picture, a veritable flood of great ideas started pouring into my brain. Interesting how that works, isn’t it?
And nothing beats having enthusiasm for a project you’re writing, right? Enthusiasm is that fine line between heaven and hell.
The trip to New York City is getting closer. It’s supposed to happen in two weeks, they’re just trying to nail down the best airfare. It is so hard for me to believe that my life is really this good. The money still needs to be a lot better, but I know it’s on its way.
Yesterday when I was taking my walk, I was getting so psyched about being able to go see Broadway shows again! I can’t remember the last time I got to see a Broadway show, but I think it was about twelve years ago. You know, New York City has changed so much since the days when I first moved there. Back then, in the 80s, I lived with my first husband on the corner of W. 45th Street and 8th Avenue, in the Camelot Building, fittingly enough!
This was literally just a few steps from every theater on Broadway, and tickets back then cost $15, if you can believe that. I was in my early 20s and a waitress in those days, and I saw every show on Broadway. Then, gradually, it just got more and more and more expensive. It got to the point where I could only see one or two Broadway shows a year.
I read an article in the Hollywood Reporter over the weekend that said that 78% of the people who attend Broadway shows are white, and %68 of them are white women, with an average age of 44 1/2 years old, with an average income of $186,500 a year.
I don’t know. Those numbers just sort of made me feel weird. I read them over a number of times, trying to make sense out of what has happened to the world I used to know. Not that it matters. I’m just curious.
All right, well. I have to go work for a few hours, so I need to get crackin’ around here. I hope you have a great Monday, gang, wherever you are, and I hope it’s the start of a super-terrific week! Thanks for visiting. See ya.
[This was the first Broadway musical I saw that truly blew me away. And here I’d thought I was going to be bored…]
Yesterday morning was one of those amazing October mornings, where it rained off and on and the sky was sort of brooding — the kind of weather that’s tailor-made for all those scary black & white movies Hollywood made in the 1930s — the ones about old haunted houses or abandoned castles, where a group of strangers suddenly becomes stranded from the rain and must spend the night there… The kind of movies that were scary but fun! They didn’t make you feel like puking!
There was nothing scary about yesterday morning, though. It was just moody weather. I decided to take a walk because I had to run a quick errand across the street anyway, and the world just looked so autumnal. I brought some bread with me (and an umbrella!) because I wanted to feed the ducks down by the creek. On my way there, I had to stop in at City Hall and pay my gi-normous water bill. I was so relieved that I was able to pay it before it was due because this town not only has gi-normous water bills, they tack on gi-normous late fees if you pay the bill even one day late… [Foreshadowing, folks!]
As I walked up the steps to City Hall, I looked down at my water bill and at the check I had made out to pay the water bill, and what to my wondering eyes should appear?? The bill had actually been due the day before. Honestly, I was flabbergasted. This means an additional $35 in late fees for basically no reason whatsoever. I could have easily paid the bill the day before, but I thought, what’s the rush? It’s not due until Friday… But au contraire. I really felt blindsided by that.
Then I proceeded into City Hall, which is a really small building by most City Hall standards, and for the first time in my 8 years of paying water bills in there, I noticed that they had a court room. I could see it plain as day through big glass doors. The judge was sitting up on the bench and a bunch of people were sitting there, waiting their turns to pay gi-normous fines, no doubt.
It was such a weird feeling. First, to be so wrong about the due date on the bill that had been sitting out on my desk for an entire month; then to discover this entire courthouse that I had never once seen before, even though it’s pretty much the main thing in the main hallway there when you walk in. I felt so weird. Is this what it’s like when you’re on the verge of dementia? I wondered. Hmmm.
But I decided to just let it go; for whatever reason, I walk around half-crazy all the time. I’ve been like that forever. Guess there’s no reason to stop now.
So I proceeded on my walk and it was a beautiful walk. There were all those wet, colorful fall leaves all over the pavement, and the dark sky was filled with foreboding but I didn’t care because I had my trusty umbrella with me.
The creek was crystal clear and rushing merrily along, and the ducks were very happy to have some bread so suddenly, early on a Thursday morning. (Bread is usually the weekend routine, when happy toddlers abound! But, luckily, I have sort of remained in a toddler frame of giddiness my whole life — oh, except when I am in the depths of misery and suicidal despair. However, I haven’t been in that frame of mind for a couple years now, so I believe that has passed for good. I guess we shall see as more time passes.)
Once the bread was gone, I decided to walk farther down the path, into the woods, to where there’s a wooden bridge that spans the creek. And suddenly light rain drops began to fall. It was so beautiful because the rain drops sent flurries of fall leaves fluttering down from the towering trees all around me. And once I reached the bridge, the raindrops were splashing down into the creek. It was just so peaceful. I was the only person there. Way off in the distance, I saw a family of white ducks on the bank; they were just waking up. Everything made me feel so blessed.
I turned around and headed for home, then. I wound up having just a really peaceful day.
Okay, on that note, I’m running late here today. I gotta scoot. Have a fantastic Friday, gang, wherever it finds you!! Thanks for visiting. See ya!