The folks at TNT know that we’re a bunch of Rizzoli & Isles addicts so they’ve opted to continue their Twitter exchanges year ’round (yay!). As if that wasn’t awesome enough, they’ve also decided to include some “deleted scenes” to get us through all the upcoming Monday nights. These “deleted scenes” are to be acted out via Twitter.
Last night was the first of these and if you missed it, worry not. I have no life, so I have compiled the entire exchange for your enjoyment.
There’s a lot of banging in this episode. Not the good kind, unfortunately. And so, we begin this episode in a dark place. I mean, literally in a dark place, although perhaps symbolically it is also a dark place. This show has many layers.
She was such a good girl. And then she discovered lesbianism, painted her hair, hijacked the news and made out with a girl. So, now, obviously, she’s a crack addict. Let that be a lesson to all of you.
I must confess that before hitting “play” on this episode, the following conversation took place:
Me: I’m a little worried there won’t be any subtext in this episode.
K: That’s like … an impossibility.
Heh!
So, we begin with a murder. Just your average, middle-of-the-night, icepick-in-the-brain homicide. La de da. Not to worry, though, because Rizzoli is on the case the very next morn, only she can’t touch the car because they’re still waiting on a warrant because all the judges in Boston are still passed out drunk from last week’s Rizzoli & Isles Drinking Game. So, there’s a traffic jam and there are angry people honking their horns because everyone knows that the sound emitted from a horn while in direct combination with yelling and cursing instantly opens a portal into a magical land where All Your Wishes Come True.
Rizzoli: Hey, man, shut up!
Grumpy Rizzoli is grumpy. There’s a crime scene, a dead guy, and no Maura.
Rizzoli: Where’s Maura?
Frost: Stuck in traffic.
Rizzoli: She shouldn’t wear high heels to a crime scene.
Someone please explain to me what high heels have to do with getting stuck in traffic. Is there a correlation? Is this the secret to not getting stuck in traffic? Who else knows about this?
Yesterday, I worked on Rayne and … I’m not sure how I feel about it yet. Most of the time I don’t really know how I feel about anything I write. One day I think, “This is good,” and the next day I think, “This is awful,” and so on and so forth. So, yesterday I thought it was good. Today, I haven’t looked at it yet. Today I may delete the entire thing and start over.
It is raining today, and it is gloomy and I feel, mostly, like crawling back into bed and pulling the covers over my head. This weather brings me down.
Fangirly stuff I wanted to share
1) A Rizzoli & Isles video that my friend Julia sent my way: keep reading »
We kick off episode 52 pretty much where we left off episode 51, with Mariana still chatting with Hernan about life, the universe, everything. Hernan has a lot of questions and one of them is how, having been BFF for so long, Mariana and Julia suddenly realized that they wanted to do naughty things to each other. Well, he didn’t say it quite like that, but still.
And because no lesbian relationship in the history of lesbian relationships has ever been described as “simple,” Mariana says: “It’s complicated.” Is that what their Facebook status reads or are they saving that for later?
Mariana: In truth, I needed … no, I didn’t need … I was very clear on the fact that I’d been in love with Julia for a long time, that my life without her didn’t exist. But I needed someone from outside of our microcosm to tell me, so that I could react … and now I’m with Julia. And that other person … was Dany. My ex-girlfriend. The one who loves yoga.
Hernan: Ah yes! The one who loves yoga.
Mariana: So, now Julia and I are together.
Hernan: But, it’s the good kind of love? I mean, it’s the lasting sort, the one not dependent on passion… love.
Mariana: That’s actually the problem. It’s the best kind of love. The only kind of love. I think? I don’t really know the word, but it’s too good at times and I feel like the passion can ruin it because … Well, friendships last forever, but love between couples doesn’t.
Hernan: Well, that happens to all of us.
Yes! That reminds me of this one relationship I was in … but, well, it was complicated.
Starting a new novel is exciting, but it’s also intimidating. I’ve spent the past few weeks thinking, “I should start The Third Seer this week.” But then I’d find some reason not to.
I had lots of valid excuses, like…
I haven’t outlined enough
I haven’t brainstormed enough
I still don’t have all the answers
It’s too early to start it
I should probably do x, y and z first
… and so on and so forth. But deep down I know that if I don’t tell the excuses to shut up, I’ll never get going. The best and only way to finish a novel is to start it.
And so, today, I will start it.
To prepare for this novel, I have been doing insane research, taking endless notes, filling OneNote with pertinent information and keeping a separate Moleskine notebook to jot down ideas. My OneNote file looks something like this:
And the Moleskine notebook looks like this:
Each post-it represents a scene, which can then be moved around as needed. I’ve never done this before but it’s been working really well. So well, in fact, that I incorporated the same system for my TBSOL edits.
I could probably outline and research for another year and still feel like I’m not ready to start this novel. Thankfully, that’s what beta versions are for.
I intend to blog about the process of writing Rayne, though I’m going to do so (mainly) at the (yet-unlaunched) Rayne website.
I received a few emails yesterday from people wanting to join my Super Elite Posse of Beta Readers (SEPoBR). You can still email me to say you want to be included. I will be accepting everyone and anyone until September 15th after which point I will only accept people that tell me I’m pretty stop accepting open requests.
And now I shall leave you with a song that I feel encapsulates all the nuances of this post…
From time to time, people ask me what I’m doing all the way in France. The short answer is: My girlfriend is French and I moved to be with her.
It was not a decision that I made immediately after we met. In fact, at first, I honestly believed there was no way I would ever move to France. It was a terrifying thought. I didn’t speak a word of French. I told K that I didn’t think I could deal with living in a country where I didn’t speak the language. I had all these flashbacks to being 10 and trying to learn English properly and kids making fun of me at school because I pronounced things funny and because I didn’t understand half the things that were said to me. I hated that feeling of not knowing what was going on and I couldn’t see how I could ever put myself through that again. So, I put the option to move to France in a little box and locked it away.
K and I spent two years flying back and forth to see each other. And a few things became clear to me during that time: keep reading »
Las Aparicio is sort of like … if you take Desperate Housewives and you kill off all the men and call it something entirely different, like: Lots of Widows and a Confused Lesbisexual. I’m sure that was one of the titles they threw around before settling on Las Aparicio. Aparicio is the family name. And it’s all about the women. Let’s meet the Fab Four: keep reading »
My name is Ingrid Díaz and I'm an author of LGBTQ fiction. Positive representations of gay, lesbian, and bisexual characters is what I'm all about. That and coffee. I really love coffee. full bio » | 20 things about me »
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