The little things

Okay, I just had to get my publishing pep-talk post off the leading line. It’s more depressing than I like to be.

Little things that cheered me up this week:

1. Hubby spent a couple hours writing a Java app that calculates at the press of a button how many days we’ve been married. 404 days today. I love geeks.

2. Triple layered ice-cream bombe/torte dessert that hubby made. I love geeks who can cook.

3. I own a pair of candy-red killer heels. I bought them for the conference to show unity with the Ruby Slippered Sisterhood. *secret handshake ensues* I love looking at them since they’re so not me. I love being “not” me once in a while.

I can’t complain. Life is good.

Asian cinema doesn't believe in happy endings

My sister suggested I watch “Lust, Caution” directed by Ang Lee while she was reading my manuscript. She said there were some similar themes in the movie to my story. I finished watching it two nights ago and still find myself thinking about it. The movie was a period piece set in Shanghai during World War II. Extremely emotional and, of course, very depressing.

When was the last Asian film you saw with a happy ending? Other than Jackie Chan? We seem to love the desperate and tragic twists to life. Everyone suffers and everyone dies.

Don’t get me wrong. It really was a beautiful movie. Gorgeous. Moving. The type of story that makes we want to write something with the same emotional depth, but just give it some hope and happiness at the end.