Showing posts with label The Writing Life. Show all posts
Showing posts with label The Writing Life. Show all posts

Tuesday, April 17, 2007

Fueled by stimulation

The last post I put up was a hint as to what the future could hold.

I didn't take the time to work on the new idea over the weekend. I went to see films at the Wisconsin Film Festival.

Chalk
Linda, Linda, Linda
Climates

Good movies. Good times. I'm not going to comment on them, other than this. Chalk is akin to NBC's the Office. Climates is a really slow moving story but still advisable to see. Linda, Linda, Linda wasn't entirely what I expected but still a fun movie.

Back to realtime. I sat down today to start on this new project, and I'm quickly learning that I have a highly unrestrainable writing style. I would talk about it more but I'm trying to keep it under wraps until it's close to being completed. (Who knows how long that will take.)

Friday, April 13, 2007

A moment of Silent Staring

I spent a good 15 minutes last night just sitting on my bed, staring at nothing. Listening to nothing. Thinking. About what? I don't remember.

I've had a lot to do as of late. Work is busy as usual. I'm pretty much off the photocopy job, which is a good thing. I make more money at the other job now and I end up having a few more hours in the day to work on writing. Writing what? I don't know... nonsense poetry, esoterics, banal tripe.

Today was a good day for writing.

I came up with a few lines. "There are stars in these skies. There are 13 points to an object." which I quickly followed up with "Bushido Blade blister parade." I decided that the first two had something and then then third one was just crap. I boxed that one off, quarntined it if you will, and then kept working with those ideas. There's something in those two lines that needs to be expanded on. I'm going to give myself some sort of outline and work from there.

And as much as I would like to say that this blog is dead, I just posted another post... so figure that one out.

(Zombie Post)