There is something to be said about standing in front of a wasted printer, with grey-on-white stack of script pages in your hands. It's not finished, I hope some day it will be, but at the moment I can't help feel proud when seeing the 39 pages that came out from 1-2 weeks of work. It was worth it. It was really worth it: to ignore sleep, common sense, homework, holidays; everything and to simply write. It sound more romantic that it was. It was hard, and daunting, and exhilarating and I stopped, didn't reach the finishing line, gave up; gave in. But not before 60 pages of work. 39 of those being this newly printed script.

In these pages you can track my everyday life, the events that influenced me scene by scene; here let me show you:

Scene Three: We danced in the rain that day. It was the last day of term 1 and it was raining. The school got flooded in the end. After science, me and Sarah run about in the rain until we were breathless and our legs were covered in mud. We attempted to dry our clothes and hair in the toilets by the canteen. Yesterday Amy remembering that day, called Matt a hobbit. Rita was sensible and a boy from year 11 -takes my bus from my station, Nick-gave us an odd look as we ran past. In Maths the sky was purple, or maybe another fantastic colour; no work was done: naturally. The boys (year 8?) corridor was flooded. Arriving at writers workshop (R1) I stood in the doorway letting rain drip on me, the I sat by the doorway, took of my socks and attempted to squeeze the water out of them. We made a trip to get our bags from the locker room, and I returned with an umbrella. We watched Rowan Atkinson talk about humour.

Scene Four, A few days before I've been browsing youtube, and one song got stuck in my head. Relativ, by Wise Guys. It was in German. My amusement could go a long way. I wrote it in two scenes, only one was in this play.

Scene Seven, we went to the Casino, that day or the day before. The one on south bank, near the river. It was grand, no specific decorations for Easter. There were lights however glittering from the celling in front hallway/grand staircase. They had a chocolate shop with painted wooded eggs, they reminded me of Russia. Mum too. I couldn't breathe in that place, my thought were morbid, and somewhat tainted by the unobservable sleaziness of the place. I realized it was due to the fact, that there were no windows, no wood. Only stone, metal and people. I hated it.

Scene Eight, we were in Adelaide. We visited a garden there, a gift from a twined city in Japan. There was a African wedding leaving, bright colourful clothes. It was the first time I've seen a zen garden, but what forced me still was a deer scarer. I'm not sure why.

Scene Eleven, I've been obsessing with one phrase that day, attempting to remember it right: "Yesterday upon the stair, I met a man who wasn't there, He wasn't there again today, Oh, how I wish he'd go away". For some reason those words remind me of the stairs leading up to my grandparents flat. More memories. I also mention the bush fires. Then quickly make up for that mistake.

Just a small insight in my writing process. A small glimpse in to my memories of times past.

Иисус воскрес!

It's Russian Easter today. Feeling lonely I must admit. Most family have traditions for Easter, mine is no exception. Today my relatives will be going through a tradition they've done for years. As long as I can remember.
They'll meet up at the family graveyard (where several of the family ancestors are buried), with painted eggs, and bread, and other smaller food things. They'll talk and reminisce and cry.
Then they'll move the celebration to my and mums flat (formerly my grandma's) and have a grand feast. I haven't done that in years. We haven't even brought eatable paints. I do have food colouring....

May either post a new post today, or just add to this one. I am surprisingly in a writing blog mood.

Alassëa Hristomerendë! Alassëa Vinyarië!

Merry Christmas! Happy Hanukkah! Seasons Greeting! Brilliant Winter Solstice! Stunning Summer Solstice!




Alassëa Hristomerendë! Alassëa Vinyarië! С Рождеством Христовым и С Наступающим Новым Годом! Joyeux Noël! Glæd Geol and Gesælig Niw Gear! Nollaig shona duit! Beannachtaí na Nollag! Buon Natale! Fröhliche Weihnachten!





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Appeal

An Appeal for people in the E-class.

1. As I will be a couple of days late in the beginning of year 10, I'll need someone to give me the timetable through email/blog. I'm willing to bribe in dried apricots/chocolate.
2. Emm, on average, I'd like to know the marks you got in the report, in general. Like the ratio of A/B/C. (A being end of year 10, B being middle of year 10, C being end of year 9) My one is :A=7/B=9/C=3 and I was wondering just how average that is?

Also, for those of you wanting an unconventional Christmas.

On the subject of...Visiting relatives.

Today, around midday my grand (or is it great?) uncle arrived at the airport in Melbourne. His flight was from San Francisca (where he stayed with other relatives) to Sydney to Melbourne.
This means that as soon as we came big fest. A lot of food, drink and laughter and talking. Russian style. So at the moment I believe I'm slightly drunk. One glass of champagne can do that to you if you're a light weight.

I probably will come when I'm more in my senses and edit this entry.

Amy W, don't worry I will email tonight or tomorrow, I am SO so glad to hear from you.

Lovely Dovely

Fresc.