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My own (very) rough rule of thumb... When you express of the essence of the script- - is it an image - - or an idea? |
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I have always loved November; it starts with Halloween, which growing up in Wales was celebrated with turnip head lanterns and apple bobbing), then the local fair used to park outside our front door for 2 days of thumping disco music, hot dogs, and ancient rides and dodgems. Barely is the last candy floss stick swept away before Bonfire night and the lovely smell of gunpowder ... and then the rest of the month unwinds in a flurry of red and ginger foliage, early frost, slick mists and coal smoke. The best, is of course, at the end of the month, when for once the entire world does revolve around the correct axis, in a stupendous celebration of the anniversary of the birth of - ME! Why, I believe in the US they are so overwhelmed by the amazing event that they call the festival of my birth "Thanksgiving" - and sacrifice many Turkeys in my honour. |
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The Ethiopian script, T'sion, has, in the 2nd and 3rd acts 6 distinct narrative lines to follow, and I have always found it hard to concentrate on fine tuning one without fracturing the others, or breaking the script apart like a engine on the kitchen table. In the past I have tried tagging and colour coding them on the page to visualise they way they interact... Or writing 6 different threads and reintegrating them. But just like that engine on the kitchen table, I always end up with a widget that gets left behind. But I have just started to "grey out" any scenes that don't relate to the thread I am concentrating on - literally changing the colour of the words on the screen to the palest grey MSWord can provide. I can still see the other scenes, I can still calculate the rhythm, the counterpoint of one character's story against the other, while only editing the single story as it winds it's way across 8 years and two continents... Then, when I'm done - highlight the whole document, chose black - and voilà! the whole script reappears. I can't believe it took me so long to work this one out! |
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I don't know if the pounding is my hangover or the rain hammering on the roof. Either makes the idea of going out to stack my woodpile very unappealing. |
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... now that I have actually reached the North, it is as bonny as ever, blue sky from edge to edge, green and gold and ginger. And I get to spend tomorrow stacking my woodpile! |
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The alarm clock finally gave up the ghost last night - I had ordered the new part, but unfortunately the postal strike has held it up. Luckily I noticed in time - I had a 7am train to catch this morning, so tumbling out of bed by 5.50am was a must... So - new alarm method needed. Easy - mobile phone... uh-oh, phone down to one bar (was planning to recharge on train). So, light on, unpack, find USB charger and laptop, plug in both, start to charge... Just enough juice to ensure that the phone will wake me in time. Try to get back to sleep. No go. The minutes tick by, trips to bathroom, check on phone, try again... Finally fall asleep at 2.30, wake at 5.50, repack all the gear, dress, sneak sleepily downstairs, cross London, catch train with 5 minutes to spare. Of course, if I had been 5 minutes late I would have forfeited the train ticket and been forced to buy a £110 return to get North. Which makes it even more ironic that the Train I worked so hard to catch is now running... 45 minutes late, and the best National Express can offer for the inconvenience is £15 worth of non-negotiable vouchers, which can not be used for online bookings. - Yawn - |
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As I recover from the week of mechanical suckiness and generalised rage, I realise that the huge difference between the systems at the Stone Caravan and the wider world is not that those in the wilderness as simpler or less likely to fail (although not having electricity certainly makes life calmer) but that when anything up there goes wrong - I am wholly responsible for the disaster and its resolution. And that makes life so much more pleasant. Alarm clock fail? Well that means the sun didn't come up, so either the world has come to an end, or it's raining. Radio fail? Plumbing fail? Splash to spring with bucket, and remember to boil the water for coffee. Coffee fail? Transport fail? |
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At work... One of the firedoor release mechanisms jams during the fire drill I am marshalling, so that all my ducklings are trapped at the bottom of a six storey iron staircase, and I am left outside in a stupid tabard, wondering where they are.... Also, the scanner is down - just when I have to rely on emailing scans of invoices/receipts/expense claims etc because of the ongoing postal strike... |
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