Roger Ebert‘s post about his
pets animal companions got me thinking.
A couple of weeks back, I spent a day in a Radio New Zealand studio
watching listening to a script being recorded. I spent most of that day with my eyes closed – but instead of falling asleep as I normally would, I found myself transported into a story that I not only wrote but thought I knew inside out. (That’s actors for you.) (And I guess radio’s not called theatre of the mind for nothing.)
Since then, I’ve become just a bit more conscious of what I hear. Small, everyday sounds like –
- The cccclicks of The Dog’s nails on concrete during our runs.
- The grunting-beakfuls as The Chickens scarf up their seeds and pellets.
- The low boaah-boaaahh of The Chickens as they go about their business.
- The Cat’s paws ghosting through the house.
- The Dog’s tail ffwhiffing across the floor as she sits, expectant.
- The kggghhh-snort-grunt of The Dog in contentment.
These give me warm fuzzies.
And when I work them into my scripts and they make it onto the screen without someone explicating it, I’ll be happy.