| Remember that play? |
[Oct. 2nd, 2007|08:58 am] |
It's been ages since I've posted under here, but as nanowrimo approaches I remembered I had this bad boy.
Anyhow. Remember that play I wrote? Well, it did get up on its feet this past summer and I have to say I was insanely proud of it. It's a short piece, but I felt so good watching the production that I am going to try to get it published through a few play publishers I found in my nifty sourcebook.
Now it's time to start prepping for nanowrimo, and I am at a complete loss what to write. I don't have anything nagging me to write it, so maybe I should go for complete fluff. Just go nuts and have pirates and ninjas... the whole shabang! |
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| I finished something! |
[Oct. 28th, 2006|12:09 am] |
Wow. I actually finished a project I started. I have finished a one-act play tentatively titled Digrestion.
I've sent the rough draft to my playwrighting buddies, and hoping to get some feedback. I know that I could throw the script at a friend who is the artistic director of BPP, and hopefully I could see it on its feet this upcoming summer.
Wee! Yay for accomplishing something.
Now if I could just figure out what the hell I'm doing for nanowrimo. |
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| Kindness |
[Jun. 8th, 2006|07:42 pm] |
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I have the tendency to write down awesome ideas, or parts of things and then these little scraps of paper just accumulate on my desk. Somehow, I manage to create tiny fragments of things, but never finish them.
What I did finish was my first set of lyrics... ever, and they are oh-so-emo. Want to be emo with me? Here we go.
Kindness
I'm just not your type
You don't want a lover
but a mother to hold your hand until the storm is over
But even then
we can't begin
to text the dexterity
of our lips against finger tips
during the silence
(chorus)Because even then I have to tend
though the storm is quiet
To your moods filled with
jaded emotional violence
And Oh I do want to walk you
through your own personal darkness
But my patience is through
and I could use some of my own kindness
Sure we had our fights
and I did things that weren't right
in offense to you
But as I got better
your idea of together
was to use your ideals to beat up on me
and when I submitted
I was never acquitted of the charges
(chorus)
So I'm sorry I failed you
I hope you find what you needed out there
And we'll both be better off for it
(chorus) |
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[Mar. 3rd, 2006|11:41 am] |
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I have the first chapter of Southern Gothic done. Pre-editing, of course. Kit read over it, and told me that although she can see where I'm going with the Noah's-Ark-God-is-like-a-washing-machine-thing, but it's still muddled.
Plus, I need to fix the POV thing.
Still, I'm proud of completing something.
When looking over the next section I'm writing, I find that I'm already introducing the antagonist in the second chapter. I've decided to push her back until the third chapter, so I can better lay the foundation of the family and the situtation.
I want her to remain a ghost on the edges of the main character's vision until the end, and even she'll just be a fleeting flash of human. When I told my friend Tai this, he said she sounded like an "elusive, pestering nemesis." That description then made me jump to the idea of succubi.
I don't know how much I'm going to incorporate this idea of the succubi; if it's just going to be Nana's reference to this woman... or if she'll actually be a succubus. It would definitely take the novel from realistic to fantasy/horror. |
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[Feb. 28th, 2006|09:34 am] |
So I was organizing some of my random writing, and came upon some poetry I wrote in high school. As I know it'll never make it to publishing... I now force it upon you to read and snicker at.
Beware my teenage dept and angst. Grrr.
My Garden 10/1/1999
My garden gate is locked
You are not allowed within
For this is the place where I begin and end
This place is private, my garden, mine alone
I dance about in flashes and shouts of colors
Because these flowers could never make better lovers
Pound if you like, I do not care
For it is not I who holds the key
Is is held by someone who truly loves me
I shall open the door for them
For I'm sure they'll be a virtuous lover
And then, they shall see all my colors
Around the Bend 2/19/2000
Piercing complexions in the dark
Of saints and demons alike
I know not what I expect to see
Around the next bend
The truth is bent like light through glass
But the sun still shines
After all the glory, the pain resides
And only then does victory succeed
Lonely hours of the coupled souls
Whip past in a hurried race to succor
A dance of happiness and regret
Just as actors bow closing night
Following the path and tumbling through the woods
Meet to the same fate
As young couples fall from heaven anyway
Hands clasped and hearts one
The same goes for fighting forces
Later allies
Young couples
Howls
And faded glory fills their ears |
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[Feb. 27th, 2006|08:47 pm] |
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Wow. Where has this journal been? Who knows.
Having Kit let me look over her latest chapter of her new project reminded me that I could be being productive while waiting on theatre companies and my surgery so... I'm going to start writing again. I've got two plays, and two or three novelish things that can be worked on.
Not to mention a crapload of poetry that probably needs to be cleaned up.
Oh, and Kit and I have started this fun little story that is in letter format because... well... we're writing letters back and forth as the characters in the story.
Hopefully this journal will be used more often now. |
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[Nov. 4th, 2005|09:45 am] |
So you could say I'm a tad bit behind on nanowrimo. I've been sneaking in words here and there at work, but that's not cutting it so I think that today I will be just writing BUNCHES.
I'm still struggling with the 1st or 3rd person thing, but I've come to the conclusion that a combination of both is what is going work the best.
And yes, I have been editing. Someone slap my wrist! |
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| I or she |
[Nov. 2nd, 2005|08:44 am] |
So I started writing last night. I decided I was going to start my story off with my main character sitting infront of the dryer, trying to discover what happens to missing socks. It was a dare I took off the nanowrimo forums. I thought it tied in well, because my MC's mother passed away a few years previous to the story and the fact that two socks went in and one came out just seemed to fit for me.
Unfortunately, I became confused on if I wanted to write my story in first person or in third person. There is a general inclination to write in first person, but then there are some scenes I want to write in third person. So now I'm stuck with this dilemna of what to write in.
I do have some of the inital writing written in both, and I refuse to go back and edit because I might just end up editing too much... ya know?
So now, I'm confused. I might just write in both. No one said you could only have one style of narration, right? Any advise is welcome. |
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[Oct. 31st, 2005|11:14 am] |
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