Posted by: Melinda
on May 15, 2012
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I wish that was a reference to something exciting and nefarious, but it's just me describing my morning. I've been putting cards on the board for the Wild Card movie, and started stressing over needing a B story. Then I realized I already had a B story, and it intersects nicely with the A story (always what you want).
Next issue -- do I need a small C runner in this movie? I feel like I do. I'm not sure there's enough going on without it. So, I went for a walk outside, and fed and watered the birds, and surveyed the manse, and gazed off 80 miles across the Galisteo Basin as I tried to figure out what that little C story might be. I need something lighter, a bit comedic to offset the top stories that are darker and more serious.
It need to be something that adds to our understanding of the Wild Card universe, and how the virus affected the lives of people living in that world, and how the world has changed.
I think it needs to tie back to American Hero, but I don't have the character or the arc of that little story yet.
More pacing may be in order.
Posted by: Melinda
on May 11, 2012
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Here's a few simple rules that need to be followed. When you get exposed for having done something cruel and dickish that has haunted your fellow actors all their lives. Do not first say you "don't remember the incident." Stand up and own it.
Second, apologies do not include the words -- "If my actions, words, offended anyone...." You don't start apologies with "if". Apologies go like this. "I am so very sorry for what I did. There is no excuse for such behavior, and I apologize. I'll understand if you can't forgive me, but I hope you will."
See? Look how easy.
I didn't like Romney because of his lack of a core, or any real sense of belief, and his new conservative values, but what I see now is a man totally without empathy. To the workers at the companies Bain capital destroyed. To that poor dog on the roof. To this young man he humiliated and brutalized at school (and btw Romney was 18, that doesn't qualify as a kid in my book), to the folks at the potluck when he dissed the cookies and humiliated the people who brought them.
I don't like bullies. He's a bully.