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Aug. 30th, 2004 06:08 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
rmAs has been evidenced somewhere in the swirl of my massively divided attention span around here, I have a real hard on about a lot of the fall movies coming out, notably Vanity Fair (two days away now) and Closer (December).
I had to code an entire article about Closer at work today, and it enticed me further. So, I ran out and bought the play, and hot damn, it's just... exactly the sort of thing I think plays should be about in the way I think they should be about them.
But more importantly than that, it made me absolutely 120% realize exactly what it is I need to write about the Michael thing, and how, because I finally see the thread of the plot there, and see it at a distance and see why it should be told in a given way in a given format, and I am just so fucking excited, even if the act of writing such thing will effectively make every terrible thing he ever said about me true.
And I don't care.
I'm going to write it, and I'm going to submit it to Fringe next year.
That said... Closer -- this play, this play... it makes me want to take a scene study class right now just to work on parts of this with someone.
I'm not being eloquent, I'm too excited by too many things to be eloquent right now.
I had to code an entire article about Closer at work today, and it enticed me further. So, I ran out and bought the play, and hot damn, it's just... exactly the sort of thing I think plays should be about in the way I think they should be about them.
But more importantly than that, it made me absolutely 120% realize exactly what it is I need to write about the Michael thing, and how, because I finally see the thread of the plot there, and see it at a distance and see why it should be told in a given way in a given format, and I am just so fucking excited, even if the act of writing such thing will effectively make every terrible thing he ever said about me true.
And I don't care.
I'm going to write it, and I'm going to submit it to Fringe next year.
That said... Closer -- this play, this play... it makes me want to take a scene study class right now just to work on parts of this with someone.
I'm not being eloquent, I'm too excited by too many things to be eloquent right now.
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Date: 2004-08-30 03:42 pm (UTC)Oh, horror.
He doesn't own your life, or your stories. (And, she said snottily, if he doesn't like the way he appears in your stories, he can jolly well write his own [and he should have been a better person, or not gotten involved with a woman with ink in her veins and pen nibs for fingernails].)