Saturday, May 26, 2007
Coming Vacation
Anna and I had to make some changes to our vacation plans this summer which really sucks. But, that’s the way it goes.
That being said, we are planning to disappear for a week in June. I’m telling you, I need some time away from work in a bad, bad, BAD way.
I’m really burning the midnight oil in an attempt to finish the first draft of aforementioned screenplay in the hopes of taking it with me and working on it while on vacation. Why the hell would I want to do that, you may ask. Well, the place we’ll be going is the place that in my mind’s eye the story takes place and I think that it would be rather stimulating to work on a rewrite while walking through the country side and terrain in which everything occurs in the script. Plus, you never know when the muse will strike and I want to be prepared. Better to have a script and not feel the muse than to feel the muse and not have the script.
Or something like that.
Anyway, if all goes as planned, I’ll have a complete first draft on the jump-drive and my handy, dandy notebook puter. I can see it now; I can plant my ass ‘neath the shade of a huge Ponderosa Pine and type away.
Which reminds me. The Ponderosa Pine is my favorite tree. I grew up around them and they will forever represent my notion of what the Mountain West is all about. Unfortunately there aren’t too many of them around in Utah which is a bummer. In order to get my Ponderosa Pine fix I have to go back to the place I grew up in Central Idaho.
By the way, Justin and Julee (Anna’s going to kill me for talking about this). You know that thing you’ve told us about? You know, that thing that scares the shit out of you. Something you said you’d never do, but now you’re thinking you may do? Anyway, I know of a huge Ponderosa Pine on the Salmon River that worked wonders for Anna and I while on an overnight camping trip. We pitched our tent under that sucker, and what do you know… During the night a Great Horned owl roosted in the tree and managed to intrigue us with his ghostly hooting. Couple that with the full moon we were blessed with, and ... Like I said.
Anna seems to think that the thing of which I so cryptically speak of actually probably happened a few days earlier, but my overly romantic side refuses to believe her. It was the Ponderosa Pine. That particular Ponderosa Pine. With the owl and the full moon.
I’m just planting some ideas, don’t you know.