We are taking it all in. We are asking questions. We are doing research. We are wikipedia-ing. We are, you precious gems of hot dork-hood, making sense out of nonsense. As explorers, we don't know what's going to happen. I don't want to know what's going to happen in this screenplay.
Your next challenge is to think of the BEST thing that could ever happen to you and then, in the name of ying-yangy-ness, the WORST thing that could ever happen to you. Sounds simple, right? Take time to be as absolutely as honest as honest can be. Post it as a comment below. Be as short or as wordy as you want to be.
There are still no rules. And no requirements.
There are still no rules. And no requirements.
Here's mine:
The best thing that could happen to me is that I become a filmmaker while being in love. Of all the things in this wide, scary, mushy, slimy, weird, beautiful world, THAT is the best thing that could happen to me.
The worst thing that could happen to me is that I live scared: scared of people, scared of myself, scared of being wonderful, scared of silence, scared of fires, scared of giant flying cockroaches. Do you know why? Because scared people aren't funny. And I will die if I don't laugh.
Stay tuned for the next post...I will write what I have in mind for one of the main characters...
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9 comments:
The best thing that could ever happen to me (at this point in my life anyway): to somehow have enough money to get all the things that i need--a large-lensed/wide angle lensed digital camera, a printer/scanner/copier, photoshop for mac, video camera, screen=printing supplies, a studio space, a sweing machine, raw clothes--to make the things to put in my store, be given investors and a space to have my store, a VERY long work/resident visa, and make enough money to make a serious profit. in other words...being able to work for myself doing art and other things that i love.
that, and to magically be able to fully speak and understand chinese.
the worst thing (again...at this point): if my little sister, Barret, were to die or have something really bad happen before i see her again...it has been almost 2 years since i last saw her. :-( or spoke to her on the phone even...
The best thing for me would be to get published and make just enough to live comfortably without having to work as a part-time coffee girl. Then I could spend all my spare time making things and writing. And then, when eventually get tired of living in the city, to live near the pacific in a tumbleweed house and spend my days staring at the ocean.
the worst thing would be for me to let myself be afraid to the point of stagnation, to the point where I stop creating and stop loving.
The best thing that could happen to me would be that I could learn to let go.
The words thing would be for me to be doomed to control-freakness.
I think I'm getting there...
The best thing that could happen to me in life right now would be to finish college and stop being so damn freaked out by the thought of student loans. OH and to finish the novel I started 5 years ago.
The worst thing that could happen to me right now would be to stop dreaming, imagining, and creating.
To keep adventuring, in mind and body. As long as my heart remains open everything will be okay. To keep making art and spreading the love, those are primary. Surrounded by animals and friends!
I am afraid that one day my neuroses will drive me to the point of insanity.
the best thing that could happen? to write many books...about everything and anything...being a professor...
the worst thing that could happen? letting my fears control me.
The best thing that could happen to me would be for Aron and I to finally be able to buy this massive warehouse we have our sights set on. We've only been trying to get a place of our own for the past 3 years now.... It would be filled up with the most awesome, creative, bad-ass people in the city, a place for non-commercial art shows, underground music, DIY, and community. People will live and work there..... and I'll just be able to make art as a lifestyle of passion, traveling back and forth to New York to work on projects.
The worst thing that could happen to me already happened on January 26th when the lava house burnt down.... we were supposed to have our first major art show opening in march at swanson-reed. all our shit burnt down, and bill died. that was the worst thing I have even been through and one of my worst nightmares. I suppose it could always get worse.... go blind, house burn down, Aron die, mom or siblings die.....
i suppose i have always had a major fear of being raped, tortured, and murdered. death wouldn't be so bad, its just all the fucked up twisted shit that some psycho fuck could do to a vulnerable woman. sometimes I think i might have been violently murdered in a past life, because terrible visions sometimes pop up in my mind of these types of things happening to me.... totally unprompted, the visions just pop up out of no where. I've been thinking about doing some past life regression.
Then there was this one time when I was an undergrad and this guy tricked me into thinking that I was going to be doing dealer trades for Neil Huffman Nissan, and actually hired me at the car lot for this job... basically, i was to be driving cars to another city and picking up other ones to bring back (my boyfriend in high school did this for our friend's dad's car lot, and now my mom's boyfriend actually is doing this for the same guy....).... anyway, this creepy guy lured me into a trip to Chattanooga for a dealer trade, then at the last minute said he was going with me. He tricked me into basically agreeing to go and then rushed us off the car lot. Then, he did not want me using my phone or telling anyone I was with him. I started to get freaked out and knew things were not right. He started asking me over and over again "what's the craziest thing you've ever done?". I kept saying "nothing man... i'm pretty boring". then he pulled off I-65 at Munfordville and drove up to a hotel room and refused to let me out of the car. He told me that he got 2 hotel rooms when he came out, and that we were going to crash there. Believing that was the case, I got out to go to the room and he only had ONE room. He got me in the room and wouldn't let me out. He also wouldn't let me use the phone to call anyone and tell them where I was. He kept leaving the room and coming back in. I was terrified. He started to become threatening, telling me his uncle was a judge and all this shit, telling me all these stories about how his family has so much power and how they can shut people up and make bad things happen to them.... I told him I wanted to go home. I kept demanding that he take me home and refused to play his game. Finally, he agreed to take me home. All the way home, I kept acting like I was asleep. I could feel him staring at me. he probably knew I was not asleep. I was wondering if he was going to choke me, cut me, etc.... I could actually feel the negative energy radiating off this man. I was in danger of my life. I thought that he probably had a rape kit/murder kit (a bag with all the supplies you need to do such a job) in the back of the SUV. I thought that he was going to rape and murder me, then leave my dead body in some remote wooded location off I-65. I suppose the guy knew that I was not the one, that I'd go out fighting, that he would not get away with whatever he was planning. He just dropped me off at my house, then threatened me again about his family and his power. I ran into my house and cried, scared out of my mind, and too scared to call the police. I was lucky, so fucking lucky. I know I had a dance with death that night. I was a naive 19 year old child, trying to pay my bills and do well in college who responded to a legitimate job ad in the CJ. I worry that something like that has happened to another woman by the same man and that she was not as lucky. I also worry that something like this could happen to my little sisters, which scares the shit out of me.
sorry to be so long Pam.... it just all came out.
Wow, Everybody! You just made my whole day, maybe even my week, with all this input! I think it will be important to have a threatening scene like that because it's not only part of being a woman, but also a part of being a "different" kind of woman, the kind that threatens "stupid fucks." All of the characters will have a certain "bad-ass-ness" to them, as we all do in our way, but I think one of the girls will really rely on her badassness for her identity.
From Miss Edna Mae:
Best/Worst
This girl geek to continue to love and be loved by dear family and friends, have the roof over her head, health care, and enough. To never have to balance a teller drawer again and deal with money unless it is to dole out piles of money, not for the love of green, but for the love of what green can do for her community, small and big, by working for a foundation or NGO. See Louisville not be weird, or not lame, and stop counting how big it is while denying it has city problems, but love herself as is, and like every woman, constant in her changefulness as is true with every vibrant city. To say goodbye with peace, hello with joy, and squeeze and cherish the love in between. Live life fully in those in-betweens.
To find all nine sister muses, and realize I had no voice to be heard in the first place, even if it was only for me to hear. To stop growing, reaching, and stagnate. To settle for less, when more was what I owed my community. To give in to anger and retaliation. To loose compassion. To be surrounded by indifference. To be maimed mentally, emotionally or physically.
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