Happy Christmas to YOU!
I can’t quite believe what a magical adventure my first four months of blogging has been. Looking forward to more adventures in 2011.
My head is slightly frazzled but after a really challenging day some loose threads suddenly came together. After reading an article in The Guardian by Oliver Burkeman I’ve been thinking a lot about the truth behind status updates. We all know what we tweet and facebook can be a glossier version of reality.
Today I half wrote some tweets but the reality of the ‘situation’ here at Sickly, Snotty and Stir Crazy Towers was so dismal I couldn’t bring myself to tweet them. I don’t want to come across as a whingebag, I’d rather wait until my positive outlook has been replenished.
Oliver Burkeman’s article made me think we should be open about the ups and downs. Especially at Christmas when we all know that beneath that shiny wrapping we all have some serious challenges to meet. So this Christmas I thought a more honest blog might be appropriate.
Julie at The Sardine tin challenged me to bleat, for those that haven’t met this fab concept it is for those points that are too big to tweet and too small to blog. I feel a bit like a pathetic sheep lost in a field of snow at the moment. So in the spirit of being more honest here is my ‘interpretation’ of bleating, some tweets I did send this week, and some I didn’t, followed by the real warts and all you can’t fit in 140 characters.
Here he is over the summer, on the right, drying after his weekly bath, next to emergency bear.
Spot the difference? Newly purchased, emergency bear had taken a spin in the washing machine with Spencer bear, in a vain attempt to make him a passable substitute in well, bear emergencies. Silly idea, even after several washes, the evil infiltrator was detected and thrown out the cot in seconds. No, to make a real bear takes something very different… love.
All you need is love and I reckon it’s going to be a love fest at The Gallery this week.
If I don’t see you again before the big day, HAPPY CHRISTMAS!
Severe writer’s block today, not on here. No, it appears that today, when I am supposed to be doing “creative writing” I would much rather be blogging. I am doing an OU Creative Writing course. My task is to adapt the short story I wrote for my first assignment in to a film or a stage or radio play. I should be able to do this, I studied Drama, I taught Drama and Film. But taking plays or films apart, or teaching other people to do it, is proving to be a very different art to putting them together.
The biggest problem is I have a ghost in my story. I am scared stiff of putting her on stage as having a ghost on stage has so much potential for naffness. I know it can be done, but it is a challenge. I just keep getting haunted by awful visions like this:
I think it could be a good film, I am thinking of Sixth Sense. It could also be a radio play, but I am only just admitting that my Radio One days are over and that Radio Four might be good listening (I know…I have been missing out), so I can’t say it’s a medium I know in the same depth.
At the moment I have so many different versions in my notebook it is beginning to look like a series of Friends. I’ve also been reading Alan Ayckbourn’s Crafty Art of Playmaking. It’s a very useful book but stylistically I am not a huge Ayckbourn fan and I fear his influence is rapidly turning my work into a farce. Anyway, these are my favourites:
The one where the ghost haunts through the radio while her husband is on a first date and he smashes the radio.
The one where the ghost comes home to find her husband with a new girlfriend but they can’t see her
The one where the ghost comes home to find her husband with a new girlfriend and they can see her
The ins and outs of what ghosts can and can’t do is a minefield too. Walk though doors? Be heard? Be seen? How do they travel?
So anyway, help me out here, which title jumps out at you?
Radio? Film? Stage?
Any good examples of ghosts in plays or films you can think of to inspire me?
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