Play and Work
So my experiment of the month(s), using Chuck Wendig’s idea to write a screenplay as an outline for a putative MG/YA novel, seems to be working. I’m more or less halfway in and I’m having…dare I say the word…fun.
Writing in a different context, for a different medium, is in itself liberating, but the actual keystroke-to-keystroke activity feels, as Wendig says it would, more like play than work. Even at their best, novels always feel like work. Rewarding work, but work. And outlining a novel? Right up there with filling in time sheets three different ways for three different parts of the company who refuse to compare notes.
Ask me again when I start the transition. I am glad I warmed up a bit with the short I mentioned last time.
In other news: my wife and I celebrated our fifteenth anniversary a couple of weeks ago by eating at a Nice Restaurant (okay, Niche); we followed up by going to a Symphony concert (this time with the boy) Friday night. I feel almost human again after oddly disconnected (for me) holidays.
Niche: Out of seven offerings (two cocktails, a “snack” and the four courses comprising dinner), six were between top-notch and eye-opening, with only the dessert not quite coming together for me. The barrel-aged Negroni sticks with me even now, as does the care they take to vary mouth-feel and texture within each dish, such that every bite is a little bit different.
Symphony: All Beethoven, but not the usual suspects. A trombone quartet (an equali, if you’re a stickler), the Eighth Symphony (a much more complex work than I remember) and his under-performed C Maj Mass. David Robertson’s conducting was beyond energetic, and the performance followed suit, though never at the expense of precision or emotive power. The balance between the soloists, orchestra and chorus in the Mass wasn’t always quite where I expected–the soloists seemed a trifle restrained–but the chorus was in excellent form. As I’m not familiar with the Mass, it may be the music is just like that.
Current reads: Revisiting Ambrose Bierce’s The Devil’s Dictionary.