Posted By admin on March 8, 2011
Since I’m not sleeping, I’m writing. My daughter has been sick today, so I’m getting a late start (a midnight start). She loves I Love Lucy, so we had a marathon with her DVDs today. While I tried to write. Mostly, I edited, adding about 300 words while Lucy and Ricky and Fred and Ethel did not set the right emotional tone.
Actually, I never liked this show until my girl came along. Because she loves them so much, I’ve grown to see the humor at last, but I always thought Lucy was too self-centered to be funny. (Judgmental much?) Now, I see the humor, even while I wish she’d let up on the me-me-me, but really, how much growth can you have in a half hour that has to make room for slapstick, too?
The real thing that bothers me about I Love Lucy is that I want the relationship between Lucy and Ricky to be real. I want Lucy and Desi to have gone on together, enjoying all that passion, but being generous enough with each other to flourish–happily ever after.
Instead of rewriting their story, maybe I should get back to my own.