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After You - A Short Film by Noah Debonis

Noah Dubonis, the son of my friend and mentor Laurie Kuntz directed this short during his first year of grad school. After You won Best Cinematography at the University of Miami's Cane Film Festival. This short was one of nine films that represented U of Miami in a Paramount Studios Los Angeles Screening!


After You - YouTube

Grammar Challenged

I'm a grammar fucktard.

Counting day the days...

'til my next Writer's Residency.  My first semester at Lesley was probably the hardest thing I have ever done, next to child birth and motherhood. Everything I thought I knew about writing, I didn't.  Writing is a process, creativity a gift.  I learned I must work my process to reap the rewards of my gifts even if it's just a shitty first draft. 

Back in Bangkok... Where there will be a chance of sleep and Pad Thai Prayers...

You know that feeling you get after a long boat ride, the feeling that you are still moving. What's it called? Sea legs? Well, after 32 hours of travel, I have some serious air legs. I wish I could sleep it off. With the jet lag and my bursting excitement at seeing my kids again,  there will be no chance of sleep in my near future.  Maybe tomorrow, I'll sleep.

In the meantime, I 'll head down to my favorite mom and pop thai place,  carb -load up on the best Pad Thai, EVER. I'll say quite prayers to the sleep Gods in between breathless gulps of noodles, my glasses fogging up from dish an the afternoon sun, sweat dripping down my face. I may even wash down my noodles with a Singha. Who knows? I'm an MFA candidate at 40, I'm all over some crazy shit like beers at 10am and no sleep for days!!

I'll let you know how it turns out.

Post Residency... Part II

Post residency travel - 

I'm in DC with my niece and nephew (in law) until next week which is good. I'll be easing into my life without the community of writers. I'm a bit lost. I don't know what to do with myself. I should be writing but I not there yet. I should be reading but again, not there yet. I'm antsy. 

And I need coffee. 

Lost on the coffee thing here at my niece's Her coffee maker is an all in one, grind and brew. It probably can perform minor surgery. I have no idea how to work it. 

I'm out of clean clothes too. 

I arrived at my niece's  with one clean underwear, if I can call it underwear. More like affixing-eye- bulgers that "shrink the waist and gut" by 2 - 10 inches depending on the peddler.   I call them my magic pants. I typically only wear these babies on special occasions like anniversary dinners with my hubs. I have no idea why I do this because getting out of the magic pants is one of the most exhausting and completely unsexy to witness. 

So today is all about finding some coffee, doing laundry and changing my magic pants which of then I'll be totally exhausted to get any real work done. Tomorrow is another day so tomorrow, I will release the Kraken!

Four Days Post Residency...

Laundry done, sorta. Books hunted and purchased, mostly. Time to destroy that blank page. RELEASE THE KRAKEN, hopefully.