The Next New Thing…

Summer Daydream
“Summer Daydream”
Taken August 9, 2008 with Canon PowerShot A550

Ky’s finally sleeping again, and is back to school for her morning classes, which is good. I’m assured by the school that she’ll manage to get those credits without a problem – music class, which is hardly surprising (the principal tells me she’d have passed that one based on her talent, never mind that she doesn’t bother with any assignments – I don’t know whether to be proud or pissed off), and geography. Now, that surprises me.

Two credits is better than no credits, though, I guess, isn’t it? I’ll try to be proud.

My own sleeping is not happening again, now. I’m a little concerned about my job. I’m getting there, but it’s difficult. Luckily, I don’t have to drive to get there, so no lives are in danger – unless I blow the place up, but there are safeguards in place against idiots, so maybe that’s not such a big worry…

I need to finish the latest novel. That’s that “hard” one I mentioned a while back. It’s still got a lot of the same elements that the sitcom had in it, but the entire pilot plot has pretty much disappeared, along with a character or two. I’ve kept the bare bones of what would have been the first season. I tried to change the main characters’ names, but they just will not be renamed. All I’ve managed to do is steal away their last names completely.

I had a lot of false starts trying to pick this project back up again. There was a time that I ate, slept and breathed it. That turned into boozing and smoking it, and I think I just wanted it to go away. Working on it kept bringing up nasty, bad thoughts that I didn’t want to think.

I lamented about this to Ky one day, and she surprised me by telling me I should be getting it done and over with. When I told her I didn’t want to listen/watch/write my main characters anymore, she rolled her eyes.

I told her I’d noticed she wore the one and only promotional t-shirt made for the project all the time, even though she’d once told me she was glad it was dead in the water so what’s up with that, huh?! And then, she made me laugh by paraphrasing Holden McNeil: “They’re fictional characters, Mom. Fictional characters. Am I getting through to you at all…?”

So I’m working on it. And it gets a little easier (and a little closer to done) every time I sit down to it.

My blog is turning back into a place to air my grievances, and although that’s part of what it’s for, I really want to get back to telling the Ruby stories (there’s a ton of them), and The Father Chronicles (there’s a ton of those left, too).

And I talked to my Mom today, and she’s feeling a little lost and lonely without my Dad. She said it’s gotten worse, lately, and she’s been rereading his letters from World War II. At first, they made things worse, but now she finds them a comfort and is glad she saved them…

Wait a minute…. “You have letters from Dad during the War…?”

“Yep.”

All his letters…?”

“Yep.”

Wow. I didn’t know this….

“Can I read them…?”

“Sure!”

“Really?!”

“Yep.”

“Ummmm…… can I blog them…?”

“Yep.”

So as soon as I can get myself down to Teeny-Tiny Town, I will have a new category here: Dear Maude…

Another worry is my imminent move. Far, far away.

I’m not certain how imminent it is, now, considering new and ugly turns of events of legal and financial persuasions that may (shudder) bankrupt me (not if I can possibly avoid it), but I will be moving to Vancouver and will be there for at least a year, once I manage it.

I’m going to be going back to school (yes, again), in an accelerated screenwriting program at the Vancouver Film School. I chose this program, because a Canadian school somehow seems more “doable” than trying to get into one in the States – although I’d rather be in the States. I have more friends there. šŸ™‚

It’s going to cost me a mint, though. I don’t know where the money’s going to come from, yet, but then again, I bought the Prissy-Van with money I didn’t have yet, and so far, so good, she’s still mine. I’ll manage this. Somehow. Gulp…*

I didn’t think I’d be able to convince Kyla to go with me, so was working out an alternative arrangement for her, but when I told her about it (actually, I let it slip in a moment of upset over all this stress), she surprised hell out of me by telling me she would love a change of scenery.

It’s amazing how fast things change.

Random Song-for-the-Day: “Black Coffee” – Ella Fitzgerald

3 Replies to “The Next New Thing…”

  1. Glad to hear the news about Ky, a little bit of weight off your shoulders at least.

    Les Says: Thanks, Jayne ā€“ yeah, itā€™s a weight that I didnā€™t know I had. Iā€™ve had ā€œKy concernsā€ for longer than I care to admit. I guess I got used to that extra weight. Hearing that laugh, though; the kind of laugh I donā€™t think Iā€™ve heard out of her in YEARSā€¦! Man, that was an incredible ā€œfreedomā€ kind of feeling.

  2. Hey, Les,
    Donā€™t know how you found my blog, but wanted to write back to you because, although you canā€™t possibly know this, my maiden name is Becker. Iā€™m also writing fiction and have a few letters my Dad wrote my Mom during the war (nothing worth blogging about though). Iā€™ll be interested to see what you have to say about your Momā€™s letters.

    Les Says: Wow! How cool is THAT?! šŸ˜€

    ā€œBeckerā€ is my married name.

    Iā€™m going to post my Dadā€™s letters here on the blog. I have a couple of WWII buffs that may find them interesting ā€“ not sure if itā€™ll be a weekly or not, but I do need blog fodder while I try to whittle out time for the ā€œrealā€ writing.

    Found your blog through Entrecard, BTW ā€“ and Iā€™m glad you clicked back, Patricia. Itā€™s always interesting to find people with something in common with me. Hope to see you here or at your space more oftenā€¦

  3. Well betch, at least you know whatā€™s sitting in front of you. Iā€™d be doing well to list some stuff out, but then Iā€™d have to look at it and realize it is there much as Iā€™d like to imagine itā€™s not.

    Vancouver sounds like a good time. Isnā€™t it funny how with this blog I just move with you. Yeah! I want to see Vancouver, do it!

    Les Says: See, I was thinking exactly thatā€¦ I can get away from the people I donā€™t want to be bothered with, and stay just as close to the ones I care for. Granted, itā€™d be down to phone calls with my Mom and Ruby, but, like I say ā€“ itā€™s only for a year.

    Maybe. šŸ˜€

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