Titles
published on: 06.10.2008 in: All entriesMy sister came by yesterday. The title to the screenplay we are writing is: My sister came by today.
moreMy sister came by yesterday. The title to the screenplay we are writing is: My sister came by today.
moreYesterday, my work day ended as follows: while at the day care center, my celphone started buzzing frantically. My celphone hardly ever buzzes frantically and so on biking home through maddening rain with my son on the back of my bike, I became curious to know what was going on. Was someone in trouble and […]
moreRevisiting what I said about flamenco last week and how it surprised me that some women who were taking the advanced class were still really bad at it. I am now convinced (at least today I am) that being able to see just how good or how bad you are at something is one of […]
morePlaying the piano as a hobby in Amsterdam isn’t the greatest of ideas. But I admit, I had forgotten how annoying it had been to hear my neighbour practice playing ‘Old McDonald had a farm’ over and over again, until he stopped me in the street today and asked, “you’ve taken up tap lessons have […]
moreYesterday was the first day my son went to the daycare center without a nappy. He only wet his pants once and he had done exactly what I explained he should do: "at one stage, your teacher is going to put a nappy on you, which is when you poo." As for peepees, it took […]
moreThis past weekend, I met up with a man whose story initially inspired me to write the novel I'm writing now. It was a starting point. I have taken the story for a run and my main character has become the kind of character nobody would want to look like. This man and I chatted […]
moreOn trying to survive my after-lunch dip, I surfed the Sundance website. I wish I hadn't because now I know only 4 (out of a 12 in total) non-USA screenplays are selected for the Sundance Screenwriter's Lab in January. Can we do it? But of course, she says out loud to herself, of course we […]
moreIn NY a friend asked whether I missed my son."Of course," I said and then wondered how to describe what missing your child feels like to a woman who has no child. How could I possibly put the physical lacking to words? That hollow vault kind of feeling, not anywhere in your body specifically because […]
moreDuring my flamenco-class (the one I was supposed to have taken which was yesterday) it struck me yet again how dancing flamenco teaches a few valuable lessons. The obvious one being: you can't expect to be any good at it if you don't practice. But there was also this: I wondered about a few dancers […]
moreThere are two more office spaces in the gallery where I rent mine. They have recently been rented out. Today, one of the new tenants came by to rearrange a few things in her office space. She said she had written a book about Avalon and mentioned she was into Celtic traditions."Are you a witch?" […]
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