The 39 Steps
The 39 Steps
Went to see the second Hitchcock movie in the Denver Art Museum series tonight, The 39 Steps. Title reminds me of the program I'm doing,
Year to SuccessI'm enjoying it, though I have yet to manage to keep up with the daily emails.
Watching these movies reminds me of how much I have to learn about movies. At the last showing, for The Lady Vanishes, some people went on and on about trains in Hitchcock movies. "No matter what," I thought, "some people will always take the opportunity to be academic."
I left.
But this time I stayed until the end until the end of the discussion.
Why do we follow some things and not others?
I have no desire right now to learn about opera, though I would do so if my life depended on it. I wouldn't mind learning more about jazz, but I don't feel the same urgency about it as I do movies.
Maybe it's because I took a screenwriting class two years ago, and that unfinished script is bothering me. I know the main character, Lydia, is just dying to get out in the world. Sometimes I think my idea could be a TV series about a peculiar kind of heroine.
Really, this post is just a test to see if the comment spammers have gone away.
New Orleans story
Here's a post on Talking Points Memo about a
French tourist's experience in New Orleans at the Superdome.
They like me, I guess
I got another rejection today, one of those ones that cheers the heart a little because they say, and I quote, "We'd like to see more of your work."
There's just one problem.
I have no record of it. No memory of sending to this magazine.
But I can't deny I sent it because it came back in my SASE, and they printed the title of the story on the xeroxed rejection slip (at least this one was a whole page. I once got a rejection slip that was 8 1/2 inches wide and about 1/2 inch deep. Cheap bastards.).
I'm trying to figure out what could have happened. I have four journals listed on the 3X5 card I use to record submissions for this story. Did I think I was sending it to one of them and then actually send it to Fiction magazine? Did I send a letter to Fiction magazine that was addressed to, say, Potomac Review?
I'm such a slut.
Anybody remember Bull Durham? There's a scene where Susan Sarandon is on top of Ebby Calvin Nuke LaLoosh (I had to write out that name in full; the actor was Tim Robbins; I believe they met on this movie) and she calls the other guy's name (Crash Davis/Kevin Costner). Or was she on top of Crash...? Anyway, the-man-whose-character-name-I-can't-recall protests, and she says, "Would you rather I was with him calling your name?"
"We'd like to see more of your work."
Hey, baby, use me 'till you use me up.
There's a reason they call it the submission process.
