You know those videos on YouTube that say 'You can read a 1,000 pages a day'? Well I didn't believe it either, until now. Yep I'm reading over 1,000 pages a day, and it's easy! Mind you I'm not sure how many more times I can re-read The Hungry Hungry Caterpillar, or Happy Birthday Spot without going mad. |
The reason I can't read 1,000 pages in a day is because of YouTube videos... |
Madness will help with that! |
Switch to Dr. Seuss! At least when you become certifiable you'll be spouting rhymes. |
A short story that should produce a very seasonable groan I think....
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Renowned playwrite Angus Brosnigag, in association with Quentin Tarrantino, proudly presents the new existential nightmare that is.... Waiting for Garbo. Vincent and Jules - two would be film directors are waiting for the famous actress. They have convinced themselves that she wants to star in their new film, Dark Soles 4: Barefoot on the Dashboard, with an epic soundtrack sung by the late Meatloaf. Whilst waiting they discuss French Fries; Biblical references to extreme violence, and expedient justice and its justification for cases of damage to cars via keys. They encounter Polo and Mint, but nothing comes of the encounter, so they leave to get breakfast. Act two has a complicated plot involving drugs, Japanese gangs, an airline hostess and her encounter with Beetlejuice, before decending into incomprehensible gibberish, as is Brosnigag's trademark writing style. |
So, I have a question. Did Meatloaf sing the soundtrack before after becoming late? The answer will definitely influence my interest in this project. |
I've been trying to think of a way to improve my characters. To this end, I have started making a list of character types together with examples from film/literature. It has occurred to me that very likely, I'm reinventing the wheel, but the effort of thinking about this for myself makes it worthwhile. Have any of you ideas or suggestions for making characters (supporting characters especially), less one-dimensional? |
Also - as Ray Bradbury taught, plot is simply the footprints that characters leave in the snow. |
Well, being "bat crap crazy", I talk to some of my characters in an interview style. Sometimes they tell me about their troubled childhood. Other times we visit the "fortune teller"— I have them try to look at their future only to get vague confusing answers and their reactions and desires tell me about them. Also everybody has a hobby, vice or fear and family of their own.(Whether they know them or not.) According to Octoprep, Google Images searches for people can help you figure your characters out. Just an important aside, when I say fortune teller, I mean I sit and look at potential futures and outcomes for that character and how they react to those outcomes. |
Last night I had what I thought was a brilliant short story idea for the season, it was all about dark souls. At least, that was what it was meant to be about, but.... in another of my hononymical oversights, after typing for over an hour, I found that I'd written an awful lot about dirty feet..... Fortunately there seems to be a (rather specialised), market for such works, so I'm already working on 'Dark Soles 2: The Barefoot Hikers'!!! |
Grave Robbin' - The cellist of tempus quartet is not facially stained! I'm sure Shakespeare said that. |
Enjoy?.... |
I prefer startling people with ghoulish written quotes... Most of which are from |
Mrs. Manhattan is one of my oldest (surviving) poetic creations. I am rather fond of her. Mrs. Manhattan Eats American Mrs Manhattan Goes Forth With Intent |
Mrs. Manhattan seems very real and alive. Have you been spying on someone? |
"Just a few final adjustments and that will be... Good grief eM, what's that on your head?" The monster grinned affably. "Like it? It's my Halloween costume. I got the idea from The Nightmare Before Christmas. The Doctor peered up at the small Christmas tree. "Very, ahem. Very nice eM." "You haven't seen the best bit yet." Said eM, taking a small crocodile clip in each hand, before attaching them to his bolts. The tree light up with coloured lights. Small children and skeletons bobbed up and down to a tinny rendition of 'What's This?' "Horrifying. " murmured the doctor faintly. |
"There you are eM, happy anniversary. " eM looked down at the gift wrapped box with a faint gleam in his eyes. "What is it?" He asked. "Something that will shock you to you core." Replied the doctor. "Go on open it." eM did so with alacrity. "Oh Doctor you shouldn't have. My very own defibrillator. " "The latest model too. I couldn't let the day pass unnoted could I? It does seem but a moment since lightening surged down my circuits and I called out 'It's alive! Happy Anniversary, Monster old chap.' |