film noir (from 15minuteficlets )

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Schuyler squinted through the camera's viewfinder, panning down slowly off the distant stripe of the lighthouse dark against the fog, down to the dock where the actors were - long shot, slowly moving closer to show faces, the dim snail trails of tears down the female lead's cheek.

Oooh, nice. Emote, baby. That's the stuff.

Just as he was working out his thank you speech for the film festival award, she waved her hands in front of her face. "Goddamnit, can I take ten minutes here?"

He sighed, grumbling. "Cut! What is it, Amy?"

"Contact lens thing or something. Sorry, Schuy."

"Eh, no problem. Everyone take fifteen, okay? We'll pick it up later on page thirty-nine." He set down the camera and winced, turning around to find a sweater. It was cold and clammy and damp, and they'd been out here for three hours - making good time, but still. Any interruption was at least mildly irritating.
( Continued. )

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I was going to write a very long and rather dull (if I do say so myself) post about my own issues with deadlines, logic versus emotion, gender relations, and so on - but to be honest with you I really can't put the energy into the drauma (which is drama + trauma - you know the type of thing - see Seraphim's Livejournal Theatre). I'm fine. If anything this is sort of a reminder/placeholder, in case I want to come back to it later.

So instead, I'll mention a few random things I found out this weekend:

• random naps are good
  
• I have this strange tendency/desire lately to do titles in lower case.
  
• Sometimes following the recipe is a bad idea, especially with waffle mix, where if it's too thin it just doesn't work and you have to do it again. Translation: follow your intuition. Always.
  
• I should have put raspberries and ice cream on those waffles, damnit. Oh well, we have more waffle mix.
  
• I'm obsessed with bulleted lists.