Posts Tagged ‘writing’


Posted: August 24, 2010 in just because, writing
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I have this friend who says I have much more faith in him then he has in himself. His actual words were “I have no faith in myself” and all I wanted to do was cry. This guy is amazing and he doesn’t even seem to know it. He takes people for who and what they are even a very twisted crazy artist/writer like me.

I have met people in my life that I have been glad are there and that I have hoped wouldn’t leave and this guy is on that list. Granted it is a very short list because most people see me as too odd to really want to get to know me (which is true, the odd part, that is). From the first time I met him I knew he was a special person and I am right. I’m always right so there!!!

I can get a little talkitive and spill my guts like there is no tomorrow but he even took that in stride. He also calls me on my “Bull Shit” and doesn’t  let me get away with undoing things.

I just wanted to share this amazing person with anyone who takes the time to read my dribble. I wish a person like him in everyones life because it would be that much richer.

p.s. and to my friend, thank you for being who you are. Don’t ever change anything about you.


Finishing Your Script

Posted: July 27, 2010 in writing
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Here’s another post I have read that I really like.

Finishing Your Script

By Julie Gray

Here’s an important screenwriting tip: If you are a screenwriter
with more than a couple half-finished scripts, you really have to
stop and take stock. Is this a pattern? Be really honest with
yourself. Could you have Scriptus Interruptus?

Often a writer will start off strong, with an idea he or she is
really excited about but somewhere in the second act,
discouragement and confusion set in. The premise is dead-ending or
becoming seemingly ridiculous. The writer feels like a rat in a
maze; running down this alternative and that only to come up
against a brick wall. After a few agonizing weeks, the writer bails
out. The primary culprit is a premise that just doesn’t have enough
story to make it all the way across the finish line. The solution:
learn to thoroughly test your premise before you start pages.
Develop this muscle and take it seriously. Don’t just jump into a
script without a plan and without a solid sense of story and
screenwriting structure.

Without correcting the source of the Scriptus Interruptus,
half-finished scripts pile up like so many empty beer cans and a
feeling of futility sets in; I can’t do this. I can’t write and
what kind of lousy person can’t follow through and and and….it’s a
terrible trap. If you think this might be you, stop right now,
breathe it out and without judging yourself, correct the problem.

Maybe your problem is not related to a weak premise. Maybe you have
a fear of failure. If a writer completes a script then it will be
read. By someone in the industry, maybe some snot-nosed assistant
or intern and they will coldly dissect your baby, ripping it limb
from limb and leaving you feeling empty and humiliated. What if the
gilded dream of writing a movie is nothing but a torpid fantasy
about to be popped by a needle-sharp bad coverage?

Rejection is part of being a writer. It’s a cliché but it’s true.
Yes, when you finish your script it will be read, judged and likely
passed on. But it may not get passed on by everybody. You only need
one yes. And if that script can’t find a single fan – you write
another one and hope that one will.

Aspiring screenwriters need feedback from within the industry.
Otherwise how can you know how you stack up compared to other
writers. Whether you use a script reading service, a consultant or
maybe a friend who reads in the business – get a reality check. How
are you doing? Yes, it’s painful, it really is. But otherwise, how
will you ever know how you measure up? You can’t take it
personally. Every time a script gets a thumbs down, you must use
that experience to learn so that you can do better the next time
around. Be selfish about your negative feedback. Grab it, horde it,
and use it to do better.

They say the average writer has written ten scripts before they
become a WGA member. Nobody knows whether that statistic is a
certainty, but it’s not a bad yard stick for a new writer to think
about. The chances that your first, second or third scripts will be
written much less received well is slim, relatively speaking. But
you can’t get to fabulous script number eight without having done
the time on numbers one through seven. It’s tedious, it is painful
but a writer cannot learn and improve without putting some serious
time and effort in.

Screenwriting classes and workshops are an important part of
building up your arsenal as you learn the craft of scriptwriting.
And screenwriting contests are another avenue of feedback.

Of course the paradox is that with every single script you write,
you have to believe with all of your heart and soul that it is
terrific. That’s why this business is so terribly difficult; having
faith in the face of crushing odds is nothing short of attaining a
kind of grace.

So for some writers the easy way out is to never join the race.
They get about halfway through a script and sort of – just – peter
– out. They spend a lot of time discussing things on message
boards; opining, judging and lol-ing. It’s much more pleasant to
talk about screenwriting than it is to take your heart in your
hands and just do it. But there is no other way, kids. You can’t go
around it. You can’t skip over it. You have to go through it.

Do some thinking about your patterns of behavior and your body of
work. Are you a serial Scriptus Interruptus writer? Time to take
stock and find out exactly why that is. You can change that pattern
right now. Today. But if you choose to curl up in the wet blanket
of fear-of-rejection-it’s-not-fair victimhood – well, terrific.
Because you just left an open spot for some other writer who will
can and will finish their script. One after the other.

Julie Gray is a mom, screenwriter and script consultant who works
and lives in Los Angeles, California

A few days ago I had written a post on my thoughts of Larry Brooks’ deconstruction of “Shutter Island” and his call for guest post. Well today he picked and posted  his “winner” and then put each of the other guest posts as comments under the main post. I am very proud to say that I am one of those guest writers and you can read all of them here.

And just when you thought the day couldn’t get better I was able to hear the cover song for the Eclipse soundtrack from MUSE!!!!! Talk about amazing!!! That song gives me chills listening to it.

A Good Night

Posted: May 17, 2010 in Uncategorized, writing
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I have been working on this one screenplay for a few weeks now and after starting the first scene some of the other characters started talking to me and I had to write their stories. Every time I went back to try to work on the first scene something side tracked me. I have a detailed outline, all of my plot point, my ending, a great logline, and even a summery of the screenplay but no opening scene. Until tonight!!! I have just finished the first scene and feel so good about finally getting it on paper. I hope that things will go a little faster now that I have gotten past that little bump. I will let you all know how it continues to go.

It is day one of Script Frenzy **100pages in 30days** and I am off to a good start. I have 8pages done and am working on more. I will try to keep you all up to date on how things are going. I know I have to write at least 3.33pages a day to make the 100 in 30days. The boys start spring break tomorrow till the 13th so this should prove to be fun. Wish me luck! See you on the other side of sanity.


Posted: January 19, 2010 in Uncategorized
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I saw the most enchanting movie tonight and just had to share with you all how it made me feel. The movie is called Bright Star it is the story of John Keats and the love of his life Fanny Brawne. I cried and cried at the end of this movie and then cried even more when I realized that it was a true story. I had to find out more and used my trusty little search engine to find Keats. He was amazing and the emotions that poured from him are inspiring. There are many sites you can go and find out more about him and while I was on one of those sites I came across this letter and it just made my heart feel good. If you ever have the chance you should see the movie and read his works and his love letters to Fanny.

25 College Street

My dearest Girl,

This moment I have set myself to copy some verses out fair.  I cannot proceed with any degree of content.  I must write you a line or two and see if that will assist in dismissing you from my Mind for ever so short a time.  Upon my Soul I can think of nothing else – The time is passed when I had power to advise and warn you again[s]t the unpromising morning of my Life – My love has made me selfish.  I cannot exist without you – I am forgetful of every thing but seeing you again – my Life seems to stop there – I see no further.  You have absorb’d me. I have a sensation at the present moment as though I was dissolving – I should be exquisitely miserable without the hope of soon seeing you.  I should be afraid to separate myself far from you.  My sweet Fanny, will your heart never change?  My love, will it?  I have no limit now to my love – You note came in just here – I cannot be happier away from you – ‘T is richer than an Argosy of Pearles.  Do not threat me even in jest. I have been astonished that Men could die Martyrs for religion – I have shudder’d at it – I shudder no more – I could be martyr’d for my Religion – Love is my religion – I could die for that – I could die for you.  My Creed is Love and you are its only tenet – You have ravish’d me away by a Power I cannot resist: and yet I could resist till I saw you; and even since I have seen you I have endeavoured often “to reason against the reasons of my Love.”  I can do that no more – the pain would be too great – My Love is selfish – I cannot breathe without you.

Yours for ever
John Keats

New Art/Story

Posted: January 17, 2010 in Uncategorized
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Here is the newest picture I did for fun. Read the short story after picture.

The Princess was at a loss as to how to save her kingdom. All her knights were either hurt or dead and there was no one left. She didn’t want to take her problem outside of the kingdom walls but she knew that the wizard in the woods could be her last chance. She made her way carefully on foot thru the trees afraid to use a horse in case it might temped the beast to attack. She found the little cottage were the old wizard lived and knocked on the door.

“Come in my dear.” said the wizard

It didn’t seem to surprise the princess that he knew who was at the door. She opened the door slowly and let her eyes adjust to the dim light that was barely lighting the room. On the far side of the room sat the wizard waiting for her to enter.

“Close the door my dear you are letting all my nice warm air out.” said the wizard

“Oh my, I am so sorry!” she said as she hurried to step inside and close the door.

“You are here to ask me for my help with that beast out there are you not?” asked the wizard.

“Yes sir, that is exactly why I am here and I hope with all my heart that you can indeed help me.” she said while wringing her hands.

“I hope you understand the risk you take in asking for my help in this.” cautioned the wizard.

“I have no were else to turn so I have no choice but to take my chances with you.” she said.

” Very well! Please have a seat while I do what I must.”

As the princess sat the wizard rose  and moved over to one of the many tables that were in the room. He started to put many things into a large bowl as he chanted away in a very odd voice.

“Chuka tinka witner mock, huppa hitmer mitka nunk…” on he chanted but she could not hear the rest of the words for he was below a whisper now. He started to sway from side to side as his lips continued to move with silent words. Faster and faster he moved until she was sure he would make himself sick. All was quiet when suddenly there was………

Check back soon to find out what happens next.

Witfit Dec. 9

Posted: December 10, 2009 in writing
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This was today’s prompt and I had a little fun with it.
Creative Original or Derivative Fiction: Creative Original
Rating/Warning(s): M
Notes: Here is another scene.
The oud is one of the most popular instruments in Arabic music. Its name derives from the Arabic for ‘a thin strip of wood’, and this refers to the strips of wood used to make its rounded body.

Disclaimer: All copyrighted, trademarked items, or recognizable characters, plots, etc. mentioned herein belong to their respective owners. No copying or reproduction of this work is permitted without their express written authorization.

: Imagined Image


The tent is very colorful, rugs, large pillows, several stools, and a low table
Sitting on a large pillow at a table, young looking woman with blue dreadlocks, soft gentel face, lavender eyes, dressed in green top and blue skirt with silver jewlery
Hello my dear won’t you please have a seat
Points to pillow on other side of table
Thank you. . . I am still not sure if I should be here
Only you can make the choice
You take a deep breath, SIGH, and then sit on the
You have made the right choice. How may I be of service to you tonight
I have tried every way I know how to make my husband love me but it is no use. I am at a lose as to what to do and my sister told me to find you and ask you for help.
I see. . . Tell me more about this husband of yours
It was an aranged marrage from the time I was 5. He is ten years older than I am but the union helps both families. When I was 15 we were wed. My husband did his duty on our wedding night and once a month since but that is all.
Ceallia leans forward staring intently into your eyes
Do you love your husband
OH YES! I have loved my husband for as long as I can remember.
Does he know this? Have you told him?
With head down you stare at your hands and WHISPER
I am too afraid of rejection from him to tell him
Ceallia sits back then with a secret smile and a little LAUGH
I have just what you need
She goes through a curtain in the back as you sit looking at everything around you
A few moments later she returns with a little glass bottle and hands it to you
As soon as you get home drink this. When you retire for the night with your husband all will be revealed
She smiles that secret smile again then walks through the curtain never to return

Large soft bed, pillows and throws all over
Large, muscular, dark man stands beside the bed looking down at you
I see that you have already retired for the night. Would I be disturbing you if I played my Oud, I will keep it low.
He picks up his Oud and smiles hesatently at you
No my lord it would not disturb me, I feel it may help me to sleep
What trubles you my wife?
I am not sure my lord but I am fearful it is something I drank this evening.
Azel sits on the edge of the bed furthest from you
You look flushed and worm wife, I hope you are not ill. Is there anything I can do for you.
He reaches out and lightly strokes your face with a worried look on his
With eyes down cast you WHISPER
My lord, do you love me even a little?
Why would you ask such a question wife? Do you not know how I feel about you?
No my lord I do not know for you have never spoken it to me.
Oh beautiful wife I did not know you needed to hear me tell you about my love because you have never said it to me.
With tears in your eyes sit up and wrap your arms around Azel
Oh Azel I have loved you for as long as I can remember. You are the only one in my heart and my life. Do you truly love me in return?
Azel laughs a low, soft, throuty laugh as he pulls you tightly against his body
Let me show you my dear just how much I love you
As he lays you back against the pillows you think to yourself
I need to remember to find that potioner and thank her for potion to loosen my tunge tonight. I know now that it was my fears that kept him away.
You smile up at him as your lips meet…

A mind workout

Posted: December 6, 2009 in writing
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I have started doing a daily writing excercise with WitFit which I will post here each day also. Here is my mind workout for Dec. 4.

Two people are standing at the open gravesite of their recently dead friend. Woman is 5’6ish, slinder, long black hair, blue eyes, dressed in white, man is 6’5, buff, buzzed blonde hair, green eyes, dressed in all black
I still can’t believe he is gone. . .
(slight pause to catch breath)
I am not ready to loose him
I’m not sure how to go on from here without him. When you loose your brother it’s as if half the world is gone.
Bob pulls Aerie into his arms to comfort both of them
Aerie is looking into the grave with a slight smile on her face
I wish I understood how you feel so I could comfort you better but being an only child I have never had that bond with someone.
Just having you here with me means more then you know. . .I am just a little curiose as to why you chose to ware white to Eds funeral thou
It just felt like the right thing to do. I don’t know how to explain it or even were to start.
He would have loved this dress
Bob pulls back, arms still around Aerie gazzing down
White was his favorite color, and he couldn’t seem to get enough of white silk. It’s as if you knew him even though I never got the chance to interduce the two of you. I still say that he would have loved you.
You talk about him so much and all that it’s easy to feel like I knew him
Aerie pulls Bob back aginst her to hide her face from him and looks back down into the grave and thinks to herself
I wonder what Bob would do if he knew that not only did I finally meet Ed but I also knew him as well if not better then my own husband. Well I no longer have to worry about getting cought. Ed was the only person besides myself to knew about what went on between us and now he would take the secret to the grave.
Focuse on Aeries face as she smiles
Fade to black