I'm lazier than I thought, it turns out. The purpose of this trip, other than seeing my brother and friends, is to work on the script with my writing partner. We've finished the first draft of all 15 episodes, and now it's time to rewrite, rewrite, and rewrite.
But it's soooo hard. Sitting down in front of a computer and letting my fingers fly and translate whatever ideas I had in my head into words was one thing; rereading these words and then fixing all the necessary changes is really something else. I know that this one particular part isn't good enough, it simply doesn't work; but I don't want to delete it or revise it - it's like you bought a new home (some of us need to really pretend on this one), it's not exactly how you thought it would be after you move in; there are things you need to fix, but you just don't want to.
Maybe I'll learn to love it. Probably not.
On the subway today. I saw this seventy-year old Chinese woman. In pigtails. Just like Pippi Longstocking. She was adorable. Immediately I think that some people would ask, "why doesn't she get a haircut more appropriate for her age?" Whether or not I am one of these people is beside the point. (I'd like to think I'm not, but then if I'm not, why would I have thought of it in the first place?) Wouldn't it be nice if people never have to act their age? I want to see fifty-year olds playing hide and seek. I want to hear a sixty-year old sing whenever and wherever she wants to. I want to find a seventy-year couple on a see-saw, talking about stories of their past and envisioning plans for the future.
And I don't want to see or hear anyone judge them or laugh at them.
Only admire them.
