Work long hours
They think I'm 'ambitious', working long into the evenings, but really I'm just waiting for them to go home to their families so I can sneak into the costume department and stitch up my broken heart.
Edit 'A Girl Called Magpie'
The little film that I made with my family in the forest at Christmas is still sitting on a tape, which is a shame, because that was a fun weekend and everyone worked very hard. And now the entire population of Dolwyddelan is eagerly awaiting the premiere.
Write 'To the Left of the Midwest'
I was working on a 15-minute screenplay, but somehow it ground to a halt. Jenna and I are planning on shooting it on a road-trip next spring — but nothing is going to get done without a script, hey.
Spend time with Christ
Dave Christ is my buddy from college who just so happens to live near me out here in Shankill. According to him we're going to 'hang out' and 'totally rawk'. But I'm no fun, so I'm actually just going to get him to help me with my editing — he just doesn't know it yet.
Visit my friends
I've decided I'm only going to cities that rhyme with 'Pork' from now on. Luckily for me, one of my best friends lives in 'York' and the other one lives in 'Cork'. Sometimes life is funny like that.
See Sex & the City
Could there be any better timing? I feel like Dumpus the God of break-ups is smiling down upon me.
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Hopefully Humpus the god of soulmates will look in on you soon and elbow Dumpus out of the way.
ReplyDeleteThankfully your new city rule does not eliminate Fork, South Carolina.
ReplyDeleteROAD TRIP!!!
ReplyDeleteSorry, got a bit excited there. There is a phrase to make your heart beat faster. If only I could drive.
Hey Annie. That's a bit odd seeing you out in Shankill. I grew up there. (Then ran out of there as quick as I could!)
ReplyDeleteWe're planning a Sweded version of Pans Labyrinth in Dublork (it's Dublin in disguise).
ReplyDeleteYou could help - as the blogging, movie professional :)
Change location to Dundalk and I'll consider it.
ReplyDeleteAnnie: I can't drive either. Every road trip I've ever been on I've been responsible for keeping the driver awake.
Shankill is the kind of suburban hell I actually thought I was avoiding. Hopefully it won't be for too much longer.
Stop by Destin, Florida on your road trip. All of my relatives and oldest friends from Shotton in North Wales love it when they come. Jon and Angela are coming on Monday as a matter of fact.
ReplyDeleteThere is a Falls Road in Shankill, not many people know that. Oh, and you have the sea and on a very clear day you can see Wales on the other side of it.
ReplyDeleteyou're being very mature about this break up. Do let us know what you think of Sex and the City.
ReplyDeleteI am happy to read for you and write development notes on your script for nothing if you require help at any stage. Mail me if you are interested. Take care.
ReplyDeleteThere's bound to be somewhere that rhymes with pork in Newfoundland.
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Annie!! Cheer up!! And Jesus, do you really know someone with the last name Christ??
ReplyDeleteCrap, I can't make "Tierrasanta" or "San Diego" rhyme with "Pork."
ReplyDeleteTierrasalk? San Dork?
Californiork?
Thanks RM, I might take you up on that.
ReplyDeleteTH: There is "Lewisporte". Missy Elliot could make it rhyme.
Seeing Wales from here on a clear day just makes me feel sad, somehow.
What a boon for me, as I happen to live just outside of Chicagork, in a little suburb known as Elkork Groveork Village..erm...ork.
ReplyDeleteCan I be the boom mic guy or coffee/tea fixer/bringer guy on your USA roadtrip filming spree?
I can also do the incidental/bg music and/or write the song to roll the credits over.
...but I cannot write the songs that make the whole world sing.
ReplyDelete...but I cannot write the songs that make the whole world sing.
ReplyDelete...nor can I, it is apparent, work the commenter (commentor?) in blonkland.
ReplyDeleteThere's a small village just outside Banstead in Surrey, called Nork. Sadly, I think that's all it has to recommend it.
ReplyDeleteAfter one major boyfriend split a very close friend told me to go and see My Big Fat Greek Wedding which was out at the time, BIG FAT and bad idea. It helped me not in the slightest in fact I would say it was akin to beating myself up with a big stick!
ReplyDeleteDo what you do and if thats work, great! There is no point at all doing what others think is a good idea. Sometimes that can break your heart.
Get to Cork, be creative, have fun and smile whether you feel like it or not.
Don't leave out Gortahawk.
ReplyDeleteAnd Swine-don rhymes with Pork, sort of.
Sorry I hadn't been around for a while and I missed your upheaval.
ReplyDeleteI hope you are doing okay. Don't loose sight of the future. You are a filmmaker. Sorry if sound trite, but if you ever end up in let's say Cannes, Drop in.
Annie can't go to Cannes - it doesn't rhyme with pork.
ReplyDelete@Nick: Oh yes she cannes!
ReplyDelete[sorry - Friday]
*grins*
ReplyDeleteCaught up with your blog on a reader. Never comment. End of relationships are always awkward, we don't know what to do with ourselves, it's just the change to our routine as much as anything else. We move from comfortable to exposed and vulnerable in 5 seconds flat.
ReplyDeleteThe writing, your wit and humour are clearly still intact though and you know the process just has to run it's course.
Does Bjork count?
Oh sweetie. I've not popped in for a while, and I stick my head round your door (e-door) to find all this heartache and snot and being brave and stuff.
ReplyDeleteI'm trying to think of something deep and philisophical, but in that most Cavan of ways the only thing I could think of was that maybe you'd like a drink. Pop in. Anytime. Mwah xx
PS Annie Rhiannon MA!!!!!!! You GO girl! x
PhilOsophical. Sorry, 2nd merlot already x
ReplyDeleteAs someone who's going through a very painful, drawn-out break-up at the moment, I can only say that your earlier '10 Days' post brought some comfort. For that alone, it was worth it. x
ReplyDeleteJust caught up with your life. You're really quite strikingly marvellous. How did you manage to spend two and a half years with someone with whom you had nothing in common? Silly. Make sure your next boyfriend is similarly fun-loving and creative. Or else I shall come seek you out and sit on you.
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