In thirty-six hours, I'll write a 48 Hours script. A short. Scary. I was an assistant writer for five minutes last year, but I've never written a short before, though I've practised a bit over the last few weeks, working with the team to create a protagonist who can move across genres. And usually I write in the morning, edit in the arvo, so my body clock isn't oriented to Friday night writing!
This morning I'm preoccupied with BLOOD. Just in case we get a bloody genre (twelve genres, assigned at random). I have a recipe with corn syrup. A recipe with golden syrup. Another one with chocolate syrup. But I need blue and red dye. Or blue and red paint. I have only alizarin crimson oil paint. Will have to go out. Sigh.
Also want to paint the old canvas that Bridie Lonie made into a beautiful painting after we performed on it. Purple on its back, to cut out the white in one location. Just in case.
Here we are performing. And GULP, I may be performing again (but will probably keep my clothes on)--
|Bridie & I perform: canvas behind us.|
PS Just found out! A 48 Hours Wellington blog. One of the bloggers is Ruth Korvet, who was a participant in Women-directors-in-the-48-Hours podcast a while back!
PPS And this is what happened: No Blood, Little Sleep, & A New Bechdel Test Film!