Thursday, July 16, 2009


Moving On...

At 5:15 yesterday morning, with Alexander's cat and three suitcases in tow, Sarah left town, leaving me standing in the middle of an airport terminal watching the last connection to Us Three catch a plane out of my life. I hugged her outside of the gate, kissed her cheek, and then turned away and didn't look back.

And it's that just what life is, too? Not looking back.

It's sad now to think of all these wonderful, ecstatic, passionate, heartbreaking things we did together and I'm the last one in town to pass by those places we frequented and smile at the memories. In a city that so feeds our nostalgia, I'm the only one still partaking of the meal. There were good times and I'm sad to see both of them go. It's weird to watch the people who were, for a brief period of time, your entire world leave and start making new worlds far away and complete absent of you.

Still, I think I'm good. When I climbed back into the car with Sarah's mother and drove back to the empty apartment, void of most of her things, I thought I was going to cry but I didn't. In a way, I'm ready. I'm ready to leave the part of them that was Us Three in the past, and have that time be nothing more than sweet nostalgia.

Us Three was nice, but I think moving on is nicer.

Thursday, July 9, 2009

People Who Amaze Me #1

Rick Hansen. He’s a Canadian Paraplegic athlete who in the mid 80s did an around-the-world tour to raise awareness for those with spinal cord injuries—The Man in Motion Tour.

Try and say that’s not awesome.

Friday, June 19, 2009

Can anyone tell me...?

So, in my continuing search for an agent for my novel, I’ve discovered two things: 1) this search is hard and 2) a different definition for literature.

Now, I don’t know about you, but I’ve always thought of literature as more of an umbrella term for novels, poetry, novellas, etc. Literature is writing. And, yes, I might bend that idea a bit to say that literature hints at some higher standard of novels, poetry, novellas, etc, but still.

Would someone please tell me what agencies mean when they say “we accept fiction and literature”? What’s the difference? Where’s the split? Is there a word count, or some way to measure vocabulary in a way that divides normal fiction from literary fiction? Do I have to sound like Jane Austen when I write? Because, I’ll be honest, she bores me.

Can anyone answer this for me? How do we define literature?

Wednesday, June 17, 2009

Tuesday, June 16, 2009

In the Words of my Brother #2:

"Hey, Ani, what's an OB/GYN?"

What?! What?!

I effin’ love Primeval. I caught it for the first time about a week and a half ago. And I’m almost caught up now because I’m just that awesome. I’ll be honest, I was a bit shocked when the second episode I saw was (SPOILERS! SPOILERS! Highlight to read) Cutter’s death. I literally spent the next five minutes going: “What?! What?!” Still, I’ve kept watching every weekend and love it.

I will tell you, that I loved watching the stories, action and characters progress. It was just a really great program. Which is why I’m completely and totally annoyed that it’s been axed. Not only was it just getting good but series 3’s cliffhanger was amazing and I was totally excited to see what happened next…and now I never will.

What. The. Heck. Un-freaking-fair.

Obviously, my two looooonng months as a photocopy b*tch at a local film company did teach me something about drugged-up directors, pissy special effects guys, sweet stunties, guys from transpo who flirt endlessly with you, whiny actors, intimidating actors, dailies, call sheets, taking phone calls and the ever-important concept of money affecting quality and ability to create. From what I understood of the article…there just wasn’t the dough to keep making the show and I probably wouldn’t even be this bothered if it hadn’t been for the series finale.

I hate not knowing what’s going to happen. It’s frustrating. As a writer, I commend the finale, because it’s something that I would have written if this was mine to write. It was excellent and exciting and you didn’t really know who to cheer for more—Abby with Connor or Danny chasing Helen? When the scenes cut back and forth I had a tendency to shout “No! What happens! Go back!” so that’s good.


Each character came into their own, but still I’m depressed. Are we really only left to the mercy of fanfiction writers to know what happens to our intrepid heroes? What was Sarah’s idea? What about the little do-hickey that Helen dropped? And most importantly, how did Mr. Connor “I think I broke me ankle” Temple climb a tree?

Actually: I can answer that one. I’ve always been a tree climber, so I went out to test if it was possible to climb a tree with only one leg. It is, but you need well-placed branches to hoist yourself up on, otherwise you’re screwed.

So, to anyone who’ll listen: Please do something. Write a novel, make that American movie, do something because I just want to know what happens as do millions of others, I’m sure.

C’mon, ITV, wasn’t there another show you could have cut instead?