tedwords

Eldredge pond, summertime 2007

Sunday morning, I finally broke down and bought myself a new camera.

It was inevitable, I suppose. Ever since I lost my camera in Washington D.C., I've felt like the one-armed man on Twin Peaks. No, no, I don't mean that I've felt like there was a part of me that had been turned into a little midget, sitting around in a Black Lodge somewhere, eating garmonbozia. I just mean that I felt as though a part of me had been taken away, that some of the sparkle in my life...what makes me, me...had been ripped away. Removed.

Part of the fun of Live Journal for me has been, for the past year or so, the ability to grab a quick photo of the day, and then use that photo as a springboard for a story. Oliver on the couch, or Bette Davis in a fridge. The photo was the essential element, for me, the icing on the cake.

Without my camera, I felt less than whole. It's totally in my head, of course, but believe it or not, there were whole stories I felt I couldn't tell simply because I didn't possess the ability to finish that story off with an image. gwendraith, my Scotland stories are a perfect example.

So, Sunday morning, I did something about it. And what did I choose? The exact same camera I had before...only black.

Look, I'm a first-born. Change doesn't come easy.

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My meeting with Caryn went well on Friday. She answered all the questions I had, and reaffirmed the positive research I had done on the agency through the internet. Thanks everyone for all your help, last week--your suggestions were put to good use!

That afternoon, she e-mailed me a boilerplate contract. It's fairly short and simple. I'm going to have an attorney friend that I trust look it over, but I think it's fairly safe to say that I'll be asking her to mail out the real thing tomorrow, for signing.

So, now I have someone to advocate for me, and act as a sounding board. It's a nice feeling. Once I sign the contract, we start developing a plan of attack for The Late Night Show. I'm just going to keep visualizing the day that the book actually gets picked up and published. It's getting closer!

And then, perhaps I can find a place for Amelia, too. That child really should see the light of day, someday. It's too good a story to keep hidden.

But also, a new story's been brewing in my cluttered little head. It popped in there a few weeks ago, somehow. Something as creepy as Late Night Show , but involving YouTube, instead of webcams. I have the hook, I just need to start fleshing out my main character's story. Time to make like Luigi Pirandello, sit in that armchair, and start creating a world. More on that to come...

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Corb, Josie and I took the kids to see Hairspray this week-end. Great fun! I forgot how great the music is. Highly recommend it.