Saturday, 18 October 2008 06:18 pm
(no subject)
Funny how some timings work out for me. I moved Cat on a Hot Tin Roof to the top of my Netflix queue and saw it this week, without realizing ahead of time that (1) it turns 50 this year and (2) it's the first Paul Newman film I've seen since his death three weeks ago. Both these facts mean something to a film nut like me. Subconscious?
More interesting are the latest "coincidences." Having just finished a book, I decided to get started on No Plot? No Problem, a guide written by NaNoWriMo founder Chris Baty on writing 50,000 words in 30 days. That's right: I have tentative plans to try it again this year, and I'd like more preparation. Well, the day after I started the book, I got an email from Chris Baty reminding me to sign in at the Web site and update my info.
Not all that surprising, I realize. But the next day, today, I discovered that the film I rented semi-randomly from Potomac Video features a protagonist who gives herself an intensive novel-writing deadline -- a detail that was not mentioned on the DVD case. (It is mentioned in the Netflix description, so this may be more subconscious work, but sheesh.) This is someone who feels she's been wasting her time by reading a lot and writing corny lyrics to famous songs -- both of which I've done this week. Her writing genre is fantasy, also in accordance with my tentative plans. She has little to no faith in her talent or the usefulness thereof, even tho several people beg to differ. Her performance in other areas suffers more during her writing period, but she considers the price worthwhile. Oh, and we see her cross off October 18th on the calendar.
It's kinda mortifying to see my situation mirrored in a junior high student, probably half my age.
( What movie, you ask? How is it? )
More interesting are the latest "coincidences." Having just finished a book, I decided to get started on No Plot? No Problem, a guide written by NaNoWriMo founder Chris Baty on writing 50,000 words in 30 days. That's right: I have tentative plans to try it again this year, and I'd like more preparation. Well, the day after I started the book, I got an email from Chris Baty reminding me to sign in at the Web site and update my info.
Not all that surprising, I realize. But the next day, today, I discovered that the film I rented semi-randomly from Potomac Video features a protagonist who gives herself an intensive novel-writing deadline -- a detail that was not mentioned on the DVD case. (It is mentioned in the Netflix description, so this may be more subconscious work, but sheesh.) This is someone who feels she's been wasting her time by reading a lot and writing corny lyrics to famous songs -- both of which I've done this week. Her writing genre is fantasy, also in accordance with my tentative plans. She has little to no faith in her talent or the usefulness thereof, even tho several people beg to differ. Her performance in other areas suffers more during her writing period, but she considers the price worthwhile. Oh, and we see her cross off October 18th on the calendar.
It's kinda mortifying to see my situation mirrored in a junior high student, probably half my age.
( What movie, you ask? How is it? )