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katallison) wrote2004-11-22 07:09 pm
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I am miles behind on everything here, including (of course) meme-age.
I assume that anyone who wants to ask me anything about any of my stories has already done so, but on the off-chance that you were waiting for an invitation -- ::waving energetically and haphazardly:: -- ask away!
And I really don't have anything of a material nature to put on my holiday wish-list -- those things I'd like are of a more wistful and unlikely-to-be-granted-nature...
A do-over on the election, sure. And for various people in power to not act like such *total and complete asshats.*
More compassion, not from the cosmos, which I don't expect to be capable of such, but from human beings, of whom I *do* expect it, dreamer that I am.
Better times in the job/school/money/family sectors for many people I care about.
Oooh! Oooh! And something I *would* really like, not that it's ever going to happen, but dammit, I would love for this film that I have mostly scripted and partly shot, in my head, to actually make it to the screen -- the one where Callum Keith Rennie plays a middle-aged guy who's gay, who's been living with HIV for a long time now, and who's having some trouble coming to terms with the fact that he expected to be dead, actually, *years* ago, and yet he's still alive, thanks to the drug cocktails, and so he goes home for--oh, his mother's funeral, let's say, and he has to deal with his father, a bitter taciturn old guy played by Lance Henriksen, and the eventual reveal is that his father would really rather that he *were* dead, because then he could close the books and cut the cord and do his mourning, instead of which he's got this annoyingly alive and infuriatingly gay son who's still among the living, and the son has to come to terms with this, as part of his "I should be dead now" thing, and still has to find some way to go on living, and they part painfully and badly (I've got these dialogues *scripted*, my hand to god), and somewhere in here there would be CKR boy-kissage, with his boyfriend who *also* sort of assumed that the CKR character would have died a while ago, and yet he didn't, and they're both stuck with this tragi-farcical situation where the expected tragic climax never--actually *happened,* and actually the boyfriend sort of wants out of this particular drama (these scenes are scripted also), and the CRK character's heart is broken, and yet, y'know, he's still alive and all, and so he has to find some way to carry on.
And sometimes I think to myself, "Damn, y'know, Kat, you could write this as original fiction," but the thing is, I don't want to write this, I just want the film, plus also I want to have control over casting--it has to be CKR, it has to be LH, and I want to see the scenes where they're being hurt and bitterly laconic and talking-past-each-other together, because thinking about that makes me painfully happy. And none of this is ever going to actually happen (unless some major movie studio mogul is reading this, in which case drop me a line, OK? *g*).
The only thing that would make me as happy would be if
eliade were to write me lots and lots of lovely dS fiction, which is equally unlikely.
But apart from all this, there's nothing I have to wish for in the material sense, I'm amply blessed by the cosmos. I want my friends to be well and happy, I want the political situation to ease off, I want to finish some of my stories-in-progress. Everything else is gravy.
I assume that anyone who wants to ask me anything about any of my stories has already done so, but on the off-chance that you were waiting for an invitation -- ::waving energetically and haphazardly:: -- ask away!
And I really don't have anything of a material nature to put on my holiday wish-list -- those things I'd like are of a more wistful and unlikely-to-be-granted-nature...
A do-over on the election, sure. And for various people in power to not act like such *total and complete asshats.*
More compassion, not from the cosmos, which I don't expect to be capable of such, but from human beings, of whom I *do* expect it, dreamer that I am.
Better times in the job/school/money/family sectors for many people I care about.
Oooh! Oooh! And something I *would* really like, not that it's ever going to happen, but dammit, I would love for this film that I have mostly scripted and partly shot, in my head, to actually make it to the screen -- the one where Callum Keith Rennie plays a middle-aged guy who's gay, who's been living with HIV for a long time now, and who's having some trouble coming to terms with the fact that he expected to be dead, actually, *years* ago, and yet he's still alive, thanks to the drug cocktails, and so he goes home for--oh, his mother's funeral, let's say, and he has to deal with his father, a bitter taciturn old guy played by Lance Henriksen, and the eventual reveal is that his father would really rather that he *were* dead, because then he could close the books and cut the cord and do his mourning, instead of which he's got this annoyingly alive and infuriatingly gay son who's still among the living, and the son has to come to terms with this, as part of his "I should be dead now" thing, and still has to find some way to go on living, and they part painfully and badly (I've got these dialogues *scripted*, my hand to god), and somewhere in here there would be CKR boy-kissage, with his boyfriend who *also* sort of assumed that the CKR character would have died a while ago, and yet he didn't, and they're both stuck with this tragi-farcical situation where the expected tragic climax never--actually *happened,* and actually the boyfriend sort of wants out of this particular drama (these scenes are scripted also), and the CRK character's heart is broken, and yet, y'know, he's still alive and all, and so he has to find some way to carry on.
And sometimes I think to myself, "Damn, y'know, Kat, you could write this as original fiction," but the thing is, I don't want to write this, I just want the film, plus also I want to have control over casting--it has to be CKR, it has to be LH, and I want to see the scenes where they're being hurt and bitterly laconic and talking-past-each-other together, because thinking about that makes me painfully happy. And none of this is ever going to actually happen (unless some major movie studio mogul is reading this, in which case drop me a line, OK? *g*).
The only thing that would make me as happy would be if
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But apart from all this, there's nothing I have to wish for in the material sense, I'm amply blessed by the cosmos. I want my friends to be well and happy, I want the political situation to ease off, I want to finish some of my stories-in-progress. Everything else is gravy.