My Blue Castle

I played tag with a rainbow on my drive home tonight. The closer I got to the rainbow, the further off it suddenly appeared. There must have been a very isolated raincloud because everywhere else there was just blue sky, puffy clouds, and late afternoon sun.

Then when I got home ... lovely boxes on my doorstep... high speed internet and a new computer to play with.

Reformatting everything is a bitch... but once I get everything whipped into shape... happy days.

The story that has eaten my life is finished. It just needs a second pair of eyes to proof it, and perhaps just a bit of time to steep before I send it out into the world for public consumption. It came in at about 10 pages, and 3,900 words. And that took a month of working -- albeit off and on -- until I thought it was as good as I could make it. It ain't earth shattering literature... but it's mine.

Slow and steady. I've been trying not to rush the process just for the sake of getting to the finish line. Such an odd thing to essentially move in with a couple of characters for a month or so. They made pretty good houseguests... except for that time when we were all in the car together and they got a little out of control. BUT I got good dialogue out of it, so who am I to complain?

So stay tuned...

There's a phrase around these parts... we sometimes say that things are running "slower than molasses in January," and that's how I feel about the latest (and last) chapter of a story that I am currently working on writing.

Ask me to sit down and write about myself and I can blather on all damn day... but when it's complex characters interacting in complex ways. Yikes. 'Tis a slow slow process. But I have to keep plugging away. I can't leave those poor rain-soaked boys in that alley partly arguing and partly making up forever...

Have been rushed off my feet at the real job... so there hasn't even been a ton of time to think about the story.

I wish I knew how to make myself write faster. But I can only do what I can do...

So apparently, the Torchwood Institute isn't the only sexually "fluid" organization I know...

Here is an exerpt from an email I just got from a friend who is in the show that followed the one I was in. For a small community theater in what is arguably a progressive University town, this production of "The Full Monty" created lots of controversy during the rehearsal process... how much were they going to take off (especially as it's theater in the round), and what WERE they going to be wearing, and oh my isn't the language terrible... can't we cut out some of those F words? ... plus a casting issue that required approval from the rights holders. And cast dropping out and being replaced. A lot of Drama drama as it were.

But I went to the preview last night, and it was terrific. Funny and warm, and sweet... with, yes, I admit, a few wardrobe malfunctions. The great thing about velcro is it comes apart easily. This is also something of a drawback as well. hee hee.

Anyway... the one thing that no one seemed at all bunched up about was the very minor amount of boy love in the show.

This email I got might explain why. {names changed to protect the obviously not innocent}. The conversation started with another friend who was in the show, who had been in the first summer show as a nun, and was a priest in this production... which he admitted was a bit of a stretch for a gay atheist.

"In the conversations I had, I found out that {Sammy} is bisexual and {Kellie} is a lesbian.  I'm still not sure which way {Jeff}'s door swings, but he did say that he and {Sammy} have a marriage pact that when they turn 40 if they are both single they are getting married and finding a surrogate mother for their children - but both of them have free reign to sleep with other people.  My life needs to be this exciting.

I also found out last night that {Ted} was gay and an atheist - so we heard the news at about the same time.  Let's just say it was some very interesting conversations that went on - and the show hasn't even opened yet!!"

I agree with my friend. Things are always WAY more interesting BEHIND the scenes.

It's a silly old world we live in