Nothing really of note to mention today.
I've felt very lethargic lately, especially as it relates to writing. I needs to get out of my funk.
For those of you visiting from CC, my first draft of "Going Through the Motions" is up for review. Please feel free to rip it apart. Everytime I start to review it, I don't know where to cut or add. It seems to me it needs a blind rewrite but that just becomes another first draft.
I watched Stardust again with my wife last night. I would review it but there's not much to say about it that it doesn't say for itself. Simply saying I love it doesn't really mean anything. Here's my pull quote: Stardust makes you smile.
I'm itching to start the outline for Masada. The visions of the pieces are starting to distract me from real actual work. However, I also feel I haven't created enough backstory. And as I learned the hard way on The Last Happiness not having enough planning leads to an unexpected hiccup that crashes the whole thing. I'm slowly falling in love with the ideas of the piece and I don't want to shortchange them like I did Billy and Seth.
Sarah's 92 year old grandmother broke her hip for the third time last night. She's getting it replaced today. Sarah is being brave but I can tell she is concerned, probably more for her mother than g-ma.
Sarah and I have a meeting with the Rabbi tonight. I'm sure we are going to speak about "The Problem," something I haven't written about but will soon. As a self aggrandized Fiction Writer, some things happen in life that you just can't make up.
Anyshits,
Laterdayswilliemays
Brandon
Showing posts with label going through the motions. Show all posts
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Wednesday, January 14, 2009
Tuesday, January 13, 2009
Teaser://Going Through the Motions
A man witnesses a fatal car wreck.
Death is something he's used to lately as he is stuck in traffic riding shotgun in a hearse.
This is a man that wore flip flops to a funeral.
The funeral of his father...
Why? The Father wants to know...
A Short piece at 2400 words. First draft completed in 2006 and is currently up for review and rewrite
Death is something he's used to lately as he is stuck in traffic riding shotgun in a hearse.
This is a man that wore flip flops to a funeral.
The funeral of his father...
Why? The Father wants to know...
A Short piece at 2400 words. First draft completed in 2006 and is currently up for review and rewrite
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first draft,
ghost story,
going through the motions,
past,
present,
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