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Will There Be Blood?



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.
Otherwise, things are coming together. Team: yes, yes, yes, am so lucky to be part of it–know that I'll learn a lot and laugh a lot. Choice of locations: yes. Special (versatile) prop: yes. Food: yes. Equipment: yes. Warm clothes: yes. (Many thanks, A., for your annual delivery, including this year a felt flower with personality.) And have just realised we might even make a Bechdel Test film--


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!

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  1. Na, eveyone's busy this year, so can't get a babysitter. Feels weird though! ^_^

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    1. Ah-- Maybe we could call on you if we need a mother-and-child shot or two? If so, message me your cell number? It'd be kinda nice if it happened--?

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