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Love looks forward, hate looks back, anxiety has eyes all over its head.
Mignon McLaughlin (via purplebuddhaquotes)
File this under “super obvious yet I always seem to forget it.”
I don’t write romance (I totally respect people who do, though!) but this is also great writing advice in general! What is preventing the protagonist from achieving their goal?
Why can’t these two people be together now?
Why can’t the mystery be solved now?
Why can’t they overthrow the evil overlord now?
If you don’t have a solid answer for these questions, that’s a good indicator that the plot could use some more work.
Also test your answer a little bit. If it’s as thin as they’re just refusing to sit down and have a simple conversation, you might want to re-think how things are going.
As a beta reader/editor, I tend to ask this question a lot: “Why are they doing it this way when there’s a much easier path available?” That’s not to say that they should take the easier path, because that would usually be boring. Instead, the point is that the question needs an answer–either eliminate the easier path or give them a very clear reason for not taking it. (And if I’m asking the question, that reason isn’t as clear as you think it might be.)
I find it very difficult to root for characters who have a sensible option available and just don’t take it. If the only reason is “Because there wouldn’t be a story otherwise,” you haven’t actually found the story yet.
And this is why the Big Misunderstanding as a primary plot device is almost universally disliked.
I very much like asking the question “what is more important than this important thing?” too, because that’s basically all conflict in fiction innit.
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Hey guys,
Check out the link--it’s the latest film I’m working on :)
I know it’s been a while (I’ve been working on films lol!) but if you’d like to donate *any amount* I would appreciate it sooooo much <3
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I think I’m back to this again.
Hi,
I think it’s time to return to tumblr again. It’s been a long time of focusing on film and production projects, and I am feeling that introverted urge again. So we’ll see where this takes me this time around.
best,
k
September 3rd, 2017
Binged again today. Wondering what the patterns are here.
My Spaces (Aug 25, 2017)
My spaces are so important to me.
I’ve learned just how sensitive I really am in 2016/2017, through the myriad of acid trips and romantic relationships. That being said, I am emotionally sophisticated in ways that I never understood I could be.
Space can refer to the space between you and other people (emotionally, physically, verbally), the space you give yourself to operate within (self-given freedoms, self-forgiveness, etc.), and sometimes it is quite literal space (places and things).
I’m getting a hard lesson from the universe about the last type of space right now. In consolation, at least my conscious focus is being applied this time; maybe this challenge will be the last of it’s type?
August 24, 2017 @ 11:14am
I couldn’t settle into sleep last night; it was as if the small things I need to get done during the day followed me into my dreams.
I have several dreams where I was working on a film project and lots of people were coming up to me with questions or concerns and I was just so busy/overwhelmed that I was scattered in my thinking and speech. I remember thinking to myself in my dream that I needed to slow down in order to work more effectively.
I woke up a handful of times last night, each time remembering and noting how busy I felt in the dream. It was almost symbolic.
In the last dream that I can remember, I was walking down a hallway into a dark room with a female dream character-- I have no idea who she was or who she was supposed to represent. As we walked along the corridor, she mentioned: “when you’re fighting a million things in your dream, it means you have lots of fear [in your waking life]; and when you’re doing a million things in your dream, it means you have lots of work to do [in your waking life]”.
I definitely feel a sense of urgency when it comes to some of the tasks in my life. I think the biggest lesson of this season is how to prioritize my endeavors. I have so many things started or ready to begin, but only so much time and energy to see them through. Here is my list:
1. Produce Gold Coast Music Video
2. Get all A’s
3. Make yoga a consistent habit
4. Produce Skeleton Crew Sailing Documentary
~Only four things to focus on for the rest of the year. With a solid home foundation; anything is possible.
xoxo Karly
August 22, 2017 @9:11am
Last night I dreamt I was in a very social setting. It felt very “college”, with a big house and lots of young people gathered together for a good time.
Now that I think of it, it was a wrap party for a set that I worked on. I remember now because I recall a undergrad friend (let’s call her Jessy) asking if she could eat some of the catered food; the PA’s wouldn’t let her eat until the whole crew ate first since she hadn’t been working with us all week.
I also recall making friends with some cute white boy. His family was inside the house and he was mingling with them while I hung out with my mother, also inside the house. At one point, he leaves his family to do a line of coke and he gestures at me asking if I want any.
We take a step away from our parents and walk to the front patio. He lets me take a small line/big bump from his thumb as he stands in front of me and I sit on the front step. Clean and simple, I gave him a confirming wink that the line was good and he smiled back.
We go check ourselves out in the mirror to make sure we are good; then he tells me that we need to go outside: he could tell I needed it (?). We go out and I start talking to people of authority on our set. One girl in particular that I was nervous about speaking to was an accented lesbian chick (can’t guess her role on set but it felt important, like an AD).
Speaking to her, I realized that I was totally smooth and no one could tell I wasn’t sober. She excused herself to go handle a situation and that’s when I approached the food bar--where Jessy wasn’t being served.
Don’t remember too much else; just that that damn wink was so on point lol.
Have a wonderful day,
Karly :)
August 21st, 2017 @ 10:32am
I am on my way out of the house to do some free week-long yoga deal I found. My goal to start yoga on the solstice is underway.
Last night’s dream:
I dreamt I was interacting with people, perhaps my mother or friends?, but one of my entire eyes was missing. I could see the back of the socket, and it looked dry and dusted.
Later on in the dream, the colored iris/pupil part of my eye fell out of my remaining eye-- it left the whites of my eyes still in my head with a noticeable hole in the center. Curious how I am only realizing until just now that I was still able to use my vision the entire dream; I never went blind in my dream. haha!
It felt creepy to me in the dream; I felt wounded. I will wonder the significance of this one in the future.
Gotta go do yoga and not get blinded by the shadowed sun.
Karly :)
I have the cutest bedroom
It is seriously to die for. I think I might make a room tour video pretty soon. :3
August 19th, 2017 @ 1:35pm
I slept in so much today. Not sure why I’m so lathergic but I’ll allow it; the hour of my waking isn’t a reflection of my worth, status, demeanor, or effectiveness. The hour I wake is simply the hour I wake; labeling mundane things as good or bad is what creates unhealthy thinking.
Last night/this morning, I had several glimpses of dreams where I was producing or assistant directing. I remember in one dream I needed to have background actors ready to act for the next day and I was working on communicating with all parties to ensure the shoot was scheduled properly.
In the tiny waking moments between sleep, I remember feeling positive about my industry related dreeams. I am still building my future in my sleep; always sculpting my reality within my mind; visualizing what I want will ultimately get me there.
Thankful for my dreams. Xoxo Karly
Just remembered some of my dream...
I dreamt about meeting Keanu Reeves for a second time. I mentioned to him in my dream that I met him a first time at a rough cut screening, and retold the story of how I didn’t recognize him.
Random as fuck dream. I remembered it while driving around today bc I saw someone driving who looked exactly like Keanu. Oh, and I also just watched a Keanu Reeves film so..
Behind the scenes photography from two projects ago; COVERGIRL
August 18th, 2017 @11:22am
I’ve been on a 4 day eating binge. It’s crazy to watch myself react so violently to the subtle emotional lows that I’m living. I literally ate until it was painful for the last two nights; not sure why I do this to myself.
I know this behavior comes from a lack of self love; not a lack of will power. I must remind myself that this problem is only solved by giving my conscious, loving attention to my emotional body. I can’t “tough it out” or “be stronger” or “just stop”, although I really want to.
What I really need is to be soft with myself, nurture my body and soul, and forgive for the small mistakes I’ve made. I’ll write later if/when I remember my dreams from last night.
Karly
I Miss You, Tumblr
I have decided to make this my online diary, considering I’ve filled my last one and have been too lazy/uninspired to buy a new one.
This way, I’ll be back on tumblr to unload my pent up subconscious whinings/excitements and I’ll save the paper/water/labor/money/natural resources that would’ve gone into the acquisition of a new diary.
Don’t know why I’m typing like this tonight, but it seems like I have a weird, posh vibe going on in my writing right now. I’m sure the formality will dissolve in less than a week of making consistent posts.
It’s been a long time since I’ve been excited about my blog. Happy to be back.
Love,
Karly