Well, yesterday’s entry really struck a chord with a lot of readers. Like global warming and human rights, “strange objects you can find in your pizza” is obviously a topic near and dear to many of your hearts. 160 comments and counting! Thank you for sharing your incredibly disturbing personal experiences of the weird things you have found in your food.
Well, I was at the studio until wrap last night, overseeing a pick-up on an insert. Now, normally, I don’t hang around for inserts, but given that this was the second time around for what I figured to be a fairly straightforward shot of a sword being drawn, I decided it might be best if I was on set. “We’ll get to it at around five thirty,”I was informed. Then: “It might be closer to six.” And: “Six thirty for sure.” Later: “Seven o’ clock.” And then: “Head down in twenty minutes.”(This at 7:00 p.m.). Come 7:45 p.m., main unit finally wrapped. The crew quickly moved in, set up the shot – got three takes of the sword being drawn (just in case) and we were done. It had taken all of five minutes and, just like that, Broken Ties was complete. Minus score, sound, color timing, and visual effects.
Yes, it feels like not that long ago I was prepping episode #3 and now, here I sit, thinking about thinking about episode #16. Yes, I’ll eventually start making headway but, at this point in a story‘s development, it‘s so easy to get distracted by seemingly more pressing matters such as: 1) convincing Carl to model the outfit that the costume department has come up with for Tracker, 2) getting into a long and involved discussion about our lunch options before eventually deciding to go with the Calypso oxtail from The Reef, 3) emptying my recycling bin, 4) de-linting my suit, and, most important of all, 5) making sure I have enough pens. Yep. 11 last time I checked.
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And follow the link to downloadable version of Cherie Priest’s Four and Twenty Blackbirds, compliments of Tor Books. Priest’s debut novel is a terrific Southern Gothic tale. I decided to check it out because I liked the cover art, thought I’d read a chapter, then another, and another and, before I knew it, I was thoroughly engrossed. It’s apparently the first in a series, so I’ll no doubt be ordering up the next couple of books (in addition to a copy of the one I’m reading now for my growing collection). A truly delightful read.
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