If I'm not here on the blog or commenting on other blogs, then you can assume a couple of things: I'm writing (or editing), I'm being a mom. Or both. Sometimes I'm not writing but thinking hard about writing. Sometimes I'm writing songs. BTW- thanks for not quitting me. Thanks for stopping by and reading this blog!
But forget all that, and let me tell you about a movie I watched recently. Chilly Scenes of Winter. It's about a guy--Charles--who falls in love with a girl (Laura) who is fresh from separation with a jerk-ish guy. Set in the--you guessed it--wintertime--the film goes between, after and before their relationship. In no particular order. It's a quiet, sensitive film, and the kind of story I'm always trying to write. What I found beautiful was the longing that ran through the whole film. I always feel like love is unrequited and I'm much more interested in stories where there's a struggle to attain it, than when two people hit it off and end up happy. What is happy? Not life. Not really. It is, and it isn't. Love isn't happy. Love is mostly painful and poisonous. That's why I liked this film. You should watch it.