Wordage, wordage everywhere and not a sentence wrote.
Wordage, wordage everywhere to get this author's goat.
Play on "The Rhyme of the Ancient Mariner" by Samuel Taylor Coleridge.
I've decided the cause of my current block is food-related. I ate some Turtles, yesterday, after a heavy meal and a beer; tonight's blockage is thanks to Oreo cookies after a tuna salad. the former canceled out the goodness of the latter. Or maybe I'm just lazy and don't want to have to deal with this. It's too much like work after a long day of work.
No...it's just that I need a new hook into the story I'm working on. I need something to grab me so it won't seem like work. For all the palpitations and persnicketiness that accompanied "The Lyons' Den" and "Place of Safety", I felt a connection deep and wide with the stories and characters. It's been the same with every one of the scripts I'm proud of. I am the characters. The story is mine. Even when everything about it is totally alien to me.
I have nothing of that, here. Vinnie is not me. Not at all. But I said I'd do it and I have to find that hook. Something. Something to bring me back into the meaning of the story.
Maybe I need some Depeche Mode.
Wordage, wordage everywhere to get this author's goat.
Play on "The Rhyme of the Ancient Mariner" by Samuel Taylor Coleridge.
I've decided the cause of my current block is food-related. I ate some Turtles, yesterday, after a heavy meal and a beer; tonight's blockage is thanks to Oreo cookies after a tuna salad. the former canceled out the goodness of the latter. Or maybe I'm just lazy and don't want to have to deal with this. It's too much like work after a long day of work.
No...it's just that I need a new hook into the story I'm working on. I need something to grab me so it won't seem like work. For all the palpitations and persnicketiness that accompanied "The Lyons' Den" and "Place of Safety", I felt a connection deep and wide with the stories and characters. It's been the same with every one of the scripts I'm proud of. I am the characters. The story is mine. Even when everything about it is totally alien to me.
I have nothing of that, here. Vinnie is not me. Not at all. But I said I'd do it and I have to find that hook. Something. Something to bring me back into the meaning of the story.
Maybe I need some Depeche Mode.
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