Hi!
It's been three weeks, I know -- teaching set in.
But today I have been at it -- Scene 5, in which Marissa wears a yellow shirt and stands next to yellow flowers. What did I want yellow to mean, again? Her repression? I think it was her repression. Does that sound right, Christine?
In any case, she plays with the Wolfman -- not a euphemism but an action figure -- and Bill refers to Amy as the "freaky roommate." I like being the writer because I get to refer to conservative conformists as freaky. That's the good life. Though you wouldn't know it from looking at me.
Editing straight dialogue between two people in a quiet kitchen, and NOT contending with bus farts, traffic growls and beeping crosswalk signs, is much, Much preferable, I do declare. I think this scene is going to be - gasp - good!
More tomorrow,
Rachel
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