Why "Rabbit Stories"? When I was 4 years old, I apparently (so say my parents) saw a rabbit in the field beside our house. By the afternoon it was 10 rabbits, by the evening it was 100. From that day forward when I told exagerated stories (something I have been known to do) my parents would question the validity of my tale by asking if this was just another "rabbit story"?!
Tuesday, June 23, 2009
Story Terms:
Friday, June 5, 2009
Senses
Images of blue and green
dance in my minds eye.
I sit waist deep on a salty shore
experiencing the rhythm wash over me
like a breeze.
Tastes of pleasure come in all shapes
but only my choice delays my appetite.
Grains of texture dance on my tongue
and challenge my flavor memories
until next time.
Touching the earth that springs forth life
I tint my skin with amber stain.
Breath is held to listen to the
valley’s womb overflowing with
savory sweet foam.
The scent of bitter sweetness
stings my nose with a twinge of regret
and I fear that one day I will be called away
from my place of wonder and joy.
Until next time.
Here's to creating possibilities and living a life you love! Xo P.
Thursday, June 4, 2009
Vancouver Film School - I Survived TERM 1
- Script Genre - Comedy
- Short Script
- Story
- Character
- Writing Style
- Biz Format
- Short Pitch
- Long Pitch
Wednesday, June 3, 2009
Laura Doyle - Your Love
Monday, June 1, 2009
Good Will Hunting
Tonight I watched Good Will Hunting... Yes, for school, but God I love this film. The polarity between working class Boston and the educated world of Harvard & M.I.T. is perfectly crafted in the characters Will vs. Skylar and Sean vs. Lambeau - awesome! If you haven't seen it lately - do. Here's a reminder:
SEAN (Robin Williams) to WILL (Matt Damon)
My wife's been dead two years, Will. And when I think about her, those are the things I think about most. Little idiosyncrasies that only I knew about. Those made her my wife. And she had the goods on me too. Little things I do out of habit. People call these things imperfections Will. It's just who we are. And we get to choose who we're going to let into out weird little worlds. You're not perfect. And let me save you the suspense, this girl you met isn't either. The question is, whether or not you're perfect for each other. You can know everything in the world, but the only way you're findin' that one out is by giving it a shot. You sure won't get the answer from an old fucker like me. And even if I did know, I wouldn't tell you.