I don't think it's a director's job to peek behind the curtain too much.
The Internet is the best and worst thing to happen to writing. It makes it so easy to quickly satisfy a lot of curiosity but it dampens curiosity for the same reason. It removes the obstacles that used to make hunting for knowledge sexy. I don't have Internet at home, so that helps. I try not to peek at the Internet through my phone when writing, but I don't have very good stamina.
I think if you were to really peek under the hood of what got Aerosmith back again for our second life in the Eighties, you'll find out that it's exactly this, it's the willingness to take a risk.
He was beastly tired, but it was hard to stop. One more book, he had told himself, then I'll stop. One more folio, just one more. One more page, then I'll go up and rest and get a bite to eat. But there was always another page after that one, and another after that, and another book waiting underneath the pile. I'll just take a quick peek to see what this one is about, he'd think, and before he knew he would be halfway through it.
I like to have a peek, see what the audience is doing during the opening act, because it gives you a clue and gives you a good feeling of where you are - the air can be different in different places.
You know, women always could endure more than men. Not only physically, but mentally - did you ever get a peek at some of the husbands?
If you want to know why your people are not performing well, step up to the mirror and take a peek.
She looked around. "Oh, I've just got to hug somebody! You!" And she hugged Puck, the little ghost horse. "And you. " She hugged Pook, and Peek, and even the nose of the moat monster. "But not you," she decided, encountering the zombie.
Sometimes Chris wished he could sneak a peek at the back of the book, so to speak, and see how it was all going to turn out, so that he wouldn't have to bother going through the motions.
[Nabokov's] language is made visible. . . like a veil or transparent curtain. You cannot help seeing the curtain as you peek into the intimate rooms behind.
The only way for writers to meet is to share a quick peek over a common lamp-post.
You never know what's around the corner unless you peek. Hold someone's hand while you do it. You will feel less scared.
Well, you can implement a Perl peek() with unpack('P',. . . ). Once you have that, there's only security through obscurity.
Only music has the ability to take you to the edge of reality and allow you to peek in for a moment.
In your cocoon, occasionally you shout complaints, such as, "Leave me alone!" "Bug off!" "I want to be who I am!". . . which comes from fighting against your environment. . . You can raise your head and just take a little peek out of the cocoon. . . The environment is friendly. It is called "Planet Earth.
Emotions are like passing storms, and you have to remind yourself that it won't rain forever. You just have to sit down and watch it pour outside and then peek your head out when it looks dry.
