The Half-Blood Prince
Jul. 15th, 2009 10:10 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
anthimeriaMidnight showings are fun.
So, I'm sitting in the theater by myself because buying tickets online doesn't guarantee you a seat in the same theater as your friends (in my case, the other DPI students, who are elsewhere).
This is the first time I've written out by hand content intended for the internet. It's weird.
The trivia before previews is annoying, silly, repetitious, and pointless. Maybe if they only ran once--or even three times, I respect the advertiser's Rule of Three. Over and over again without pause, to a midnight showing audience who has been in the theater since before the screen lit up, is obnoxious.
I keep thinking about doing commentary on the movie as I watch, if I have to sit alone. If I could somehow see well enough to write, I would.
If I'd known I was going to be waiting alone, I'd've brought the Chicago Manual of Style to re-read for class tomorrow. At nine am.
Okay, I don't like stream-of-consciousness, but I don't have anything else to do. My first thought was to work on the novel. I really want to let the RD lie fallow till September, though. I learned with my first two novels, and with short story writing, that I need the distance time provides.
For my next novel (not The Novel's sequel, but the next book I want to write) I've had several ideas sort of jockeying for position. The one most in my head right now is a steampunk YA story, and while I like the worldbuilding and main character so far (not long, admittedly, since I've been focused on getting ready for Denver) I don't think it does anything new. There's a new world, but no new story (we'll ignore for the moment that there are no new stories; that would be a digression and not precisely what I'm talking about). On the other hand is my adult space opera story. The original idea was kind of quiet, romance and social commentary in about equal portions. Then the worldbuilding swept me up and I got distracted by shiny things in the distance, instead of focusing on who my characters would be and what their story might consist of. That one I need to find a way back to the original idea, whereas I need to do more development with the YA steampunk to see if there's something to it.
Hmm. The screen just turned off instead of showing previews. What on Earth . . ?
I think this crowd might start eating each other if we're not entertained soon.
. . .
No, really.
Any time now.
I guess I'll keep writing. Lost my train of thought, though.
Ooh, a uniform! No, don't go away, uniform! Speak! . . . she's gone.
The girls next to me are casting spells at the screen with their prop wands. Oh, screen flash! Lights down!
(during the preview for Despicable Me): For a minute, I thought they were going to have a Carmen Sandiego movie. *sigh*
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In conclusion, seeing Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince was awesome (and should have been rated PG-13). Midnight showings are a blast--all those fans in once place, the air thick with concentrated excitement. Once the movie started, I didn't even mind being alone. (Okay, I minded a little. But not too much.) And then we walked home at three in the morning, which was a fun new experience, too, though not one I advocate in any normal situation.
Despite today's jittery exhaustion and the unintentional nap I took after dinner, I had a great time.
So, I'm sitting in the theater by myself because buying tickets online doesn't guarantee you a seat in the same theater as your friends (in my case, the other DPI students, who are elsewhere).
This is the first time I've written out by hand content intended for the internet. It's weird.
The trivia before previews is annoying, silly, repetitious, and pointless. Maybe if they only ran once--or even three times, I respect the advertiser's Rule of Three. Over and over again without pause, to a midnight showing audience who has been in the theater since before the screen lit up, is obnoxious.
I keep thinking about doing commentary on the movie as I watch, if I have to sit alone. If I could somehow see well enough to write, I would.
If I'd known I was going to be waiting alone, I'd've brought the Chicago Manual of Style to re-read for class tomorrow. At nine am.
Okay, I don't like stream-of-consciousness, but I don't have anything else to do. My first thought was to work on the novel. I really want to let the RD lie fallow till September, though. I learned with my first two novels, and with short story writing, that I need the distance time provides.
For my next novel (not The Novel's sequel, but the next book I want to write) I've had several ideas sort of jockeying for position. The one most in my head right now is a steampunk YA story, and while I like the worldbuilding and main character so far (not long, admittedly, since I've been focused on getting ready for Denver) I don't think it does anything new. There's a new world, but no new story (we'll ignore for the moment that there are no new stories; that would be a digression and not precisely what I'm talking about). On the other hand is my adult space opera story. The original idea was kind of quiet, romance and social commentary in about equal portions. Then the worldbuilding swept me up and I got distracted by shiny things in the distance, instead of focusing on who my characters would be and what their story might consist of. That one I need to find a way back to the original idea, whereas I need to do more development with the YA steampunk to see if there's something to it.
Hmm. The screen just turned off instead of showing previews. What on Earth . . ?
I think this crowd might start eating each other if we're not entertained soon.
. . .
No, really.
Any time now.
I guess I'll keep writing. Lost my train of thought, though.
Ooh, a uniform! No, don't go away, uniform! Speak! . . . she's gone.
The girls next to me are casting spells at the screen with their prop wands. Oh, screen flash! Lights down!
(during the preview for Despicable Me): For a minute, I thought they were going to have a Carmen Sandiego movie. *sigh*
-----
In conclusion, seeing Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince was awesome (and should have been rated PG-13). Midnight showings are a blast--all those fans in once place, the air thick with concentrated excitement. Once the movie started, I didn't even mind being alone. (Okay, I minded a little. But not too much.) And then we walked home at three in the morning, which was a fun new experience, too, though not one I advocate in any normal situation.
Despite today's jittery exhaustion and the unintentional nap I took after dinner, I had a great time.