I have been informed by Jake that I have everything I need to complete OT. Never mind it's still a jumble; it will sort itself out. Wish I was as self-confident as my sub-un-conscious character is. But I guess he's right. It's all in my notes and what I've written, so far. I just need to hunker down and release it from the morass of wordage. Wasn't it Michelangelo who once said something like, "I don't carve the block of granite, I release the figure inside it."
I'm in downtown Baltimore, right now, where pretty much everything closes down by 9pm and they roll up the sidewalks. The only place I could find open to eat was a Burger King...and I felt a little queasy, afterwards.
I've been trying to figure out what I'm doing tomorrow...and I'm afraid I underestimated the materials I need. Fortunately, there's an Office Depot not too far away, just in case, but I've got this nasty feeling tomorrow is not going to be pretty. Guess we'll know once I see the library I'm packing. If they're all big books, I'm screwed...and not in a fun way.
Driving down through Philadelphia was fairly easy; I made it in 6 hours. Chatting with Jake for a bit till he shrugged me off. Then I started thinking about my other scripts and how so many of them have little humor in them. I'm not good with comedy or movie-banter, so I usually avoided it. But it's obvious even the most horror-centric script I have needs something to lighten it up. I got a little of that in Mine To Kill as regards Thomas and his Skittle fixation. But nothing else I can think of. Maybe I need a partner to write some comedy.
As I've said before, I made that mistake with BC; it's a very heavy book. But I'm getting back the feeling that even LD is not all that funny, it's just crazy. Maybe I should take lessons in comedy on top of that comedy-writing class I took. I obviously need a lot more experience in it.
I'm trying to add it to OT, but so far my attempts are mainly quips and funky stuff. Maybe I've led too weird a life to make people laugh.
Wouldn't that be perfect?
I'm in downtown Baltimore, right now, where pretty much everything closes down by 9pm and they roll up the sidewalks. The only place I could find open to eat was a Burger King...and I felt a little queasy, afterwards.
I've been trying to figure out what I'm doing tomorrow...and I'm afraid I underestimated the materials I need. Fortunately, there's an Office Depot not too far away, just in case, but I've got this nasty feeling tomorrow is not going to be pretty. Guess we'll know once I see the library I'm packing. If they're all big books, I'm screwed...and not in a fun way.
Driving down through Philadelphia was fairly easy; I made it in 6 hours. Chatting with Jake for a bit till he shrugged me off. Then I started thinking about my other scripts and how so many of them have little humor in them. I'm not good with comedy or movie-banter, so I usually avoided it. But it's obvious even the most horror-centric script I have needs something to lighten it up. I got a little of that in Mine To Kill as regards Thomas and his Skittle fixation. But nothing else I can think of. Maybe I need a partner to write some comedy.
As I've said before, I made that mistake with BC; it's a very heavy book. But I'm getting back the feeling that even LD is not all that funny, it's just crazy. Maybe I should take lessons in comedy on top of that comedy-writing class I took. I obviously need a lot more experience in it.
I'm trying to add it to OT, but so far my attempts are mainly quips and funky stuff. Maybe I've led too weird a life to make people laugh.
Wouldn't that be perfect?
2 comments:
The more I read about your process of composing a novel, the more it strikes up my own desire to write. In college, creative writing was one of strongest courses and I enjoyed it immensely. As years have passed, family and work have become the priority. Finding the time would be my challenge.
It can be a challenge to find the time...but you'll be happy you did.
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