Time passes swiftly. Basketball with David Schweidel on Wednesday.
We shot around in the defunct Hillside School playground in the Berkeley Hills. Court is uneven, tree limbs overshadow one rim; it's post-apocalyptic.
I wasn't sure what I wanted to get out of the session. I think, mostly to shoot with David. I got a bit of feedback on the materials I sent him a week or so ago. But mostly we shot. And this was fine because I got quite a bit out of preparing for the talk.
Lucky Dog is going to shift once again.
I need to create a pathway for the reader to follow or criss cross. The reader needs to see the path.
As I described it to DS, I feel like I'm beating a field clear of its mice, scaring up bits of story with each swat of the broom, forcing the reader to pick and discover narrative strains on their own. It's no good. This is what I've been doing in film for years. I want to overcome that impulse this time.
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