Monday, October 31, 2016
Friday, October 28, 2016
But the better I feel, the easier the words come. I've been able to focus these last few days when I do get up and write in the morning, and the writer's block I had prior to fleeing the recesses of Wyoming seems uncharacteristically absent. Things are going easier, flowing more; the better I feel, the better I do.
Monday, October 24, 2016
Friday, October 21, 2016
First and foremost, the story ends in the protagonist either winning or losing the conflict in a concretely permanent way. It’s kind of like how if you’re found not guilty at a trial, you can’t be tried again. Because it’s not fair if we remain worried for the rest of our lives that that whole mess will just come back around again. (Although, try telling that to horror films.) But you want to convince the audience that the conclusion is solid.
Or, you can employ the concept of “theme,” i.e. point of the story. Which is to say that your story is about how we shouldn’t judge people for the way they look, the villain fails because he thinks a little girl is harmless.
Monday, October 17, 2016
Friday, October 14, 2016
I hate looking people in the eye. It encourages them to speak their mind, and their minds are freakin’ bizarre.
What is this sunscreen you speak of? Why isn’t this in the news!?
WHY ARE YOU HOLDING OUT A HAND?! WHAT AM I SUPPOSED TO DO WITH THAT?! SHAKE IT? WHAT IF I’M WRONG?!
I lived in Los Angeles for five years, but even then I had a limited number of people I interacted with, many of whom I had little choice in being around. Being generally introverted, refusing to leave my house, rejecting invitations to social outings or exploring the world, I didn’t meet new people, I was restricted to the ones I was coincidentally exposed to. I’ve met some of the loveliest individuals in the world this way, and successfully avoided the some of the more awful, but it was still a select sampling. In Australia, I stayed inside most times, and, in truth, there’s less than 25 million in the entire continent; it was pretty much a small town with crocodiles instead of cows in between neighbors. Well, cows too, to be fair.
What am I doing in New York? Meeting people. Gaining options. Living in a town where I can find a spool of thread and a paint brush within a 50-mile radius.