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Writing and other stuff
Oct. 4th, 2009 06:49 pmIt's a pretty day, sunny and warm, with a nice breeze. I find myself awash with envy for people who are rich enough that they can afford a balcony or deck or backyard in the city.
All I've got is a measley fire escape, which I've tried in the past with little success. Did take a walk though, picked up watercolor and drawing supplies, a small scketch/writing notebook, chocolate, and groceries. Streets were unduly crowded with strollers (often double) and groups of people, with kids dashing back and forth between the legs, cars, and bikes. Decided not to attempt the Atlantic Antic - NYC's largest street fair, which has about 7 million people visit it each year. It takes place all along Atlantic Avenue - which is about ten - fifteen blocks from where I live. Bands, food, street fair...and way too many people.
This morning on the way to the farmer's market, a film crew was literally perched on my front stoop. They were filming a scene in the sidewalk and stoop next door. The camera was perched in front of my gate. I have no idea what film they were doing. Except that the old guy looked vaguely familar, reminded me a little of Roman Polanski, which is of course impossible. Could have Harvey Keitel. I've no idea. Suppose I could have asked them what film or tv show they were doing, but I just did not care. I've become jaded after 14 years of living in NYC and having to go around film crews blocking my path. They are more annoying than interesting. In fact, in my head I've begun to equate them with cockroaches and pigeons, a necessary evil of the NYC landscape. Interesting but also annoying. I doubt this was anything major since there were no police blockades or heavy security.
Have gotten abysmally little done this weekend. Spent most of it reading - a fanfic online. Was rather good and interesting. Quite brilliant in places. And No porn in sight. And multi-character. With lots of interesting edges. Only flaw is well, a personal pet peeve that I feel compelled to share in the hopes that people will read this and stop doing it. I've seen it in pulp novels and thought, damn, doesn't anybody edit these things anymore? It's simple to fix.
( pet peeve found in fanfiction )
All I've got is a measley fire escape, which I've tried in the past with little success. Did take a walk though, picked up watercolor and drawing supplies, a small scketch/writing notebook, chocolate, and groceries. Streets were unduly crowded with strollers (often double) and groups of people, with kids dashing back and forth between the legs, cars, and bikes. Decided not to attempt the Atlantic Antic - NYC's largest street fair, which has about 7 million people visit it each year. It takes place all along Atlantic Avenue - which is about ten - fifteen blocks from where I live. Bands, food, street fair...and way too many people.
This morning on the way to the farmer's market, a film crew was literally perched on my front stoop. They were filming a scene in the sidewalk and stoop next door. The camera was perched in front of my gate. I have no idea what film they were doing. Except that the old guy looked vaguely familar, reminded me a little of Roman Polanski, which is of course impossible. Could have Harvey Keitel. I've no idea. Suppose I could have asked them what film or tv show they were doing, but I just did not care. I've become jaded after 14 years of living in NYC and having to go around film crews blocking my path. They are more annoying than interesting. In fact, in my head I've begun to equate them with cockroaches and pigeons, a necessary evil of the NYC landscape. Interesting but also annoying. I doubt this was anything major since there were no police blockades or heavy security.
Have gotten abysmally little done this weekend. Spent most of it reading - a fanfic online. Was rather good and interesting. Quite brilliant in places. And No porn in sight. And multi-character. With lots of interesting edges. Only flaw is well, a personal pet peeve that I feel compelled to share in the hopes that people will read this and stop doing it. I've seen it in pulp novels and thought, damn, doesn't anybody edit these things anymore? It's simple to fix.
( pet peeve found in fanfiction )
