1.01.2008
12.09.2007
TRAMBLINGS...
Pretty busy weekend as the holiday season kicked into full gear. Friday night my mentor threw a Christmas bash that I had to miss because of some family stuff and a generally foul mood. Happens to the best of us. The good thing is that I managed to write my way out of it. Did some good work on the book and outlined another project with the Crown Prince. I have two delivery dates depending on what happens with the strike but I did make that pledge in a September post to finish the book next fall. I am holding myself to that.
On Saturday I celebrated MY FRIEND and I had such a good time. The company was amazing, the food was great, cute babies were in the house, and I met a few new people. I remember as a teenager, and a young twentysomething, seeing magazine ads where people were dressed really nice, the table was set beautifully, wine and champagne seemed to flow and I'd think...who has parties like that? To my small town eyes it just looked so amazing and sophisticated. Well, yesterday I attended what I used to dub "magazine parties" in honor of a friend who is making a HUGE life change next year. She's my new hero.
I just love when people "step out on faith" and trust that it will work out the way it needs to work out. I love the fact that she's not holding herself to any strict rules, deadlines, or expectations. How freeing is that? You'll see from her blog that she plans to leave California and the U.S. to make a home for herself in ROME. Again, a new hero of mine. I've always harbored fantasies of living in some "exotic" locale but those plans continue to just be plans. Hats off, chica.
Have you guys seen COCAINE COWBOYS? Blew my mind. C.P. and I watched it on Friday night. The filmmakers found three great storytellers in Jon Roberts (a dealer), Mickey Munday (a courier) and Jorge "Rivi" Ayala (a disturbingly charming hitman).
Here are six pages of FIRST NOVELS that have caught my eye over the years. You might find a couple of Christmas gifts on that list. There's also a couple of nice titles on the MONKEY SHINES list. Monkey Shines is my nickname for my best girlfriends. Once in awhile they ask for book recommendations so I put a list together on shelfari that they can refer to at anytime. A couple months ago we took a three day holiday to Palm Springs. They were traveling without their children so hair was let down. Hijinks ensued.
I took to calling them "little monkeys" whenever they needed to be rounded up. "Alright, little monkeys, let's get moving." "Alright, monkeys, pay attention." "Monkeys, let's go!" Needless to say, I cemented my reputation as the bossy one. SGW nicknamed me "The Aviator" in response to my bossiness and the fact that I was in charge of directions even though I don't drive. No one, including my mom, can believe my acute sense of direction since I don't drive AT ALL. (I know, I know, but everyone has at least one flaw). My mom's favorite sentence, "Your no-driving ass sure can get me where I need to go."
I've taken lessons but it's just not my thing. Makes me nervous and crazy. C.P. always says "Chelle doesn't want to drive, she wants to be driven." I just imagine it took me forever to walk as a baby. Snuggled up in my stoller thinking, "This is just fine. Hand me another blanket and my Drowsy (pictured below) and keep pushing."
(By the way...I loved her despite her less than stellar appearance. My dad had a running gag where he'd come up on her laying around somewhere and release a blood curdling scream. "Ow, Chelle, that's the ugliest thing I've ever seen. She scared the shit out of me.") No wonder I ended up with C.P. That is sooooo his style of humor.
Wait, what was I talking about? Driving? Drowsy? Cocaine? Monkeys? There's a sentence in there somewhere but I don't have the energy to put it together. Moving on. ABC will rerun the first nine episode of WOMEN'S MURDER CLUB on Saturday nights. Which means my episode "No Opportunity Necessary" will rerun in January for those of you who missed it. Because our show is owned by Fox it isn't streamed online. That might change. It might not.
The STRIKE continues to go very, very poorly. Another TAKE over at ARTFUL WRITER. Anyway, come Monday morning I am done talking about it, obsessing about it, or letting it take up anymore of my time or creative energy. I will continue to picket but I am officially off the rollercoaster. The hours I lose stressing aren't productive nor are they particularly enjoyable so I'm done. I've informed C.P. that I don't want to hear "the latest development" anymore. Let me know when the strike is over. I am not interested in the latest prediction, the latest press release of doom, or insider information that continues to put gray hairs on my head. One of my mottos is "react when there's something to react to" which has served me well. I am going back to that. Which means, of course, that on the picket line I will smile politely, chit chat and stick in my headphones when the hearsay ramps up.
Here's my MIx for this week.
All Along the Watchtower, Jimi Hendrix
All Night Long, AC/DC
Born Under a Bad Sign, Jimi Hendrix
Can't You See, Marshall Tucker Band
Caught Up in You, .38 Special
(Don't Fear) The Reaper, Blue Oyster Cult
Dream On, Aerosmith
Feel Like Making Love, Bad Company
Fly Like An Eagle, Steve Miller Band
Michelle(Shade Tree Demo), Lynrd Skynyrd
Free Falling, Tom Petty
Gimme Shelter, The Rolling Stones
Jamie's Crying, Van Halen
Love Reign O'er Me, The Who
Midnight Rambler, The Rolling Stones
Show Me The Way, Peter Frampton
The Song Remains the Same, Led Zeppelin
Sweet Emotion, Aerosmith
Take the Long Way Home, Supertramp
Take the Money and Run, Steve Miller Band
Tom Sawyer, Rush
You Drive Me Wild, The Runaways,
Until next time...
Pretty busy weekend as the holiday season kicked into full gear. Friday night my mentor threw a Christmas bash that I had to miss because of some family stuff and a generally foul mood. Happens to the best of us. The good thing is that I managed to write my way out of it. Did some good work on the book and outlined another project with the Crown Prince. I have two delivery dates depending on what happens with the strike but I did make that pledge in a September post to finish the book next fall. I am holding myself to that.
On Saturday I celebrated MY FRIEND and I had such a good time. The company was amazing, the food was great, cute babies were in the house, and I met a few new people. I remember as a teenager, and a young twentysomething, seeing magazine ads where people were dressed really nice, the table was set beautifully, wine and champagne seemed to flow and I'd think...who has parties like that? To my small town eyes it just looked so amazing and sophisticated. Well, yesterday I attended what I used to dub "magazine parties" in honor of a friend who is making a HUGE life change next year. She's my new hero.
I just love when people "step out on faith" and trust that it will work out the way it needs to work out. I love the fact that she's not holding herself to any strict rules, deadlines, or expectations. How freeing is that? You'll see from her blog that she plans to leave California and the U.S. to make a home for herself in ROME. Again, a new hero of mine. I've always harbored fantasies of living in some "exotic" locale but those plans continue to just be plans. Hats off, chica.
Have you guys seen COCAINE COWBOYS? Blew my mind. C.P. and I watched it on Friday night. The filmmakers found three great storytellers in Jon Roberts (a dealer), Mickey Munday (a courier) and Jorge "Rivi" Ayala (a disturbingly charming hitman).
Here are six pages of FIRST NOVELS that have caught my eye over the years. You might find a couple of Christmas gifts on that list. There's also a couple of nice titles on the MONKEY SHINES list. Monkey Shines is my nickname for my best girlfriends. Once in awhile they ask for book recommendations so I put a list together on shelfari that they can refer to at anytime. A couple months ago we took a three day holiday to Palm Springs. They were traveling without their children so hair was let down. Hijinks ensued.
I took to calling them "little monkeys" whenever they needed to be rounded up. "Alright, little monkeys, let's get moving." "Alright, monkeys, pay attention." "Monkeys, let's go!" Needless to say, I cemented my reputation as the bossy one. SGW nicknamed me "The Aviator" in response to my bossiness and the fact that I was in charge of directions even though I don't drive. No one, including my mom, can believe my acute sense of direction since I don't drive AT ALL. (I know, I know, but everyone has at least one flaw). My mom's favorite sentence, "Your no-driving ass sure can get me where I need to go."
I've taken lessons but it's just not my thing. Makes me nervous and crazy. C.P. always says "Chelle doesn't want to drive, she wants to be driven." I just imagine it took me forever to walk as a baby. Snuggled up in my stoller thinking, "This is just fine. Hand me another blanket and my Drowsy (pictured below) and keep pushing."
(By the way...I loved her despite her less than stellar appearance. My dad had a running gag where he'd come up on her laying around somewhere and release a blood curdling scream. "Ow, Chelle, that's the ugliest thing I've ever seen. She scared the shit out of me.") No wonder I ended up with C.P. That is sooooo his style of humor.
Wait, what was I talking about? Driving? Drowsy? Cocaine? Monkeys? There's a sentence in there somewhere but I don't have the energy to put it together. Moving on. ABC will rerun the first nine episode of WOMEN'S MURDER CLUB on Saturday nights. Which means my episode "No Opportunity Necessary" will rerun in January for those of you who missed it. Because our show is owned by Fox it isn't streamed online. That might change. It might not.
The STRIKE continues to go very, very poorly. Another TAKE over at ARTFUL WRITER. Anyway, come Monday morning I am done talking about it, obsessing about it, or letting it take up anymore of my time or creative energy. I will continue to picket but I am officially off the rollercoaster. The hours I lose stressing aren't productive nor are they particularly enjoyable so I'm done. I've informed C.P. that I don't want to hear "the latest development" anymore. Let me know when the strike is over. I am not interested in the latest prediction, the latest press release of doom, or insider information that continues to put gray hairs on my head. One of my mottos is "react when there's something to react to" which has served me well. I am going back to that. Which means, of course, that on the picket line I will smile politely, chit chat and stick in my headphones when the hearsay ramps up.
Here's my MIx for this week.
All Along the Watchtower, Jimi Hendrix
All Night Long, AC/DC
Born Under a Bad Sign, Jimi Hendrix
Can't You See, Marshall Tucker Band
Caught Up in You, .38 Special
(Don't Fear) The Reaper, Blue Oyster Cult
Dream On, Aerosmith
Feel Like Making Love, Bad Company
Fly Like An Eagle, Steve Miller Band
Michelle(Shade Tree Demo), Lynrd Skynyrd
Free Falling, Tom Petty
Gimme Shelter, The Rolling Stones
Jamie's Crying, Van Halen
Love Reign O'er Me, The Who
Midnight Rambler, The Rolling Stones
Show Me The Way, Peter Frampton
The Song Remains the Same, Led Zeppelin
Sweet Emotion, Aerosmith
Take the Long Way Home, Supertramp
Take the Money and Run, Steve Miller Band
Tom Sawyer, Rush
You Drive Me Wild, The Runaways,
Until next time...
Labels: Books, Cocaine Cowboys, Holidays, Women's Murder Club, Writing
