we hope you had a wonderful mothers day. we took odie grandma to a lunch, and though we tried to appease her with tasty food at the restaurant of her choice we dont think she liked it very much. actually, we know she didnt like it very much. as she told us. she even complained about the size of the portion on my plate (though id made no mention of it). sad face. we did our best (and those are the times we hate coming up short the most). perhaps we will pull off more hit and less miss next year. perhaps. (long pause)
having left the lunch in heavier spirits i retreated to my
castle room in the sky and made good work of a complete outline for the screenplay. whats interesting about having an outline is I visualize it as a literary skeleton upon which i will lay the meat and the soul through my words. the completed scenes are flesh upon the bones i can already be happy about. now that the grandness of the project is in a more visually relatable state i hope it will be easier to attack the most difficult scenes. i have a ravaged skeleton right now. but when fully formed i hope it will be an incredible body of work. i must have faith in the words im choosing to use.
question 555980 in the life catalog of unanswered questions.
is it true that there are two types of the elderly; happy. and miserable? if so i can see where odie grandmas headed. and it doesnt have a smiley face on the end. also a good thing that she doesnt read my blogs… just one more thing to argue about at the end of a long day. if i didnt have the contrary person ive lived with many a year i probably wouldnt be great at writing dialogue, which is all conflict, problems, and proving points through battles amongst loved ones. sh*tty. so said the honesty brigade..
storms on the side. storms to the right of me. storms move the fight in me….but thats the plight of me… no end in sight.
goodnight to you and all your mommas!!
love odie, odie mama.