Clean Up

Yesterday, I felt like cleaning up my room. It was cluttered with a lot of junk, so I managed to throw a lot away, and that was a good thing. Managed to not watch more than one police procedural, which I kinda do on Sundays, and I felt the hand of despair on me. I hated it.  So I tried a few episodes of Mr. Robot, which was bad, but kinda sad at the same time.  Did some gaming to get my mind off of things, then I did more cleaning.

I typed out four new pages for the novel. I feel they need to be expanded upon (it always feels so compact/abrupt when I first type the words out). So maybe four pages may become a few more so that I show a few more details, and some conversations, as well as progress the story.  So I am happy for that.  Also need to update the print journal, and see where that goes.

Happy creative endeavors.


For those not in the know, I used to take photography classes for fine art and digital photography. With fine art, you shoot film, manipulate light and shutter speeds, to produce a variety of results. You develop your film, and as you print, you can do even more manipulations with the film and light.

You also need to think of your subject as a composition, and how you frame the image.  Not frame as in placed on a wall, but how it’s focused on in the image.  For example, you can take a photo of a piano, but what you focused on the keys? What angle would you use? Do you use a tripod to steady your hand.  How much light are you using (is it natural light or artificial/flash)? What angle do you choose?

All those questions seem overwhelming, and believe me, they FELT like that during classes.This is only the start though.  Once you get your film developed, make a proof and look over what you have (and you take multiple shots), you have to print something worth mounting on matte board. From there your image may be good, but perhaps it needs MORE work. Did I use the right photo printing paper? Did I push myself far enough to get the right composition?

The hard push is for quality in an image that you could show in a gallery. You also learn to master a camera, become aware of light sources, and see a different point of view.  It takes a while to master the camera, even longer to master prints. Any photographer will shoot a minimum of three roles of film to get five to six great prints.  It’s work, and ALWYAS felt like two art classes in one.  It was 100% worth it, and I wish I could put more time into is an expensive skill.

What does this have to do with cinema or writing? You can tell multiple stories in a print or a series of print. The details can be rich, elegant, or whimsical. These skills tend to blend when I embrace them. They segregate themselves when I ignore their elements. Better to embrace these elements and have some harmony in my creativity.

Happy creative endeavors.

Theme and Me

I was supposed to write this sooner, but I lost ground, and now that I’ve been sipping on a latte, I seem to know where the bread is buttered. I was wandering aloud what my story is about and what my theme is for the novel. Ages ago, in grad school, my screenwriting professor drilled into us, “writing is rewritng,” but he also stressed that theme is important.

A good friend pointed out that when anyone (namely me) tells another person “what my story is about,” that I’m not supposed to give people point by point plot details, but rather tell you about the overall theme. This lets you know what I’m exploring.  It always sounds uncomplicated until I dwell on it. Today, however is the day I discuss what my novel’s about, and no, you don’t get a point by point rehash.

I wrote in my journal the story is about “perseverance through adversity,” which is only a part of the story/novel. Typically in a screenplay this would only be your act one, as a full statement for theme goes further than what I put down.  My act two would be a a verb, for example, “leads to.”

And the final part of sentence is the third act, which I hadn’t figured out yet. My professor was right, that one would struggle to resolve this if they didn’t figure it out yet. So I need to address the final part to see if it matches with what I figured out to be the right thing. Mind you, I outlined the story, and see the ending in sight, I just didn’t think of the theme, and definitively write it out.

Happy creative endeavors.

Friday Is Here

Rather than be discombobulated, I’d rather discuss how proactive I’m going to be today.  I feel the need for a blog post, which is part of my routine, so I’m happy for that. Second, I got me a latte, which is also great.  I’m gonna be busy with getting some work-related stuff done, like checking shelves, and desk duties. Somewhere in between these tasks, and later on today, I’m gonna jot down ideas, perhaps the start of a new scene, and get a print journal entry done.  So, let there be progress.

Yesterday was interesting, as I did do some reading, that I said I would, but the focus was more on articles than on a novel or short story. At the very least I did read, but I hope today I get some reading that’s fiction, and keep working towards reading and writing.

Happy creative endeavors.

The Handsome Mess

Today I boast a haircut, and need to get hopping with my writing. I always feel good after getting a fresh cut, and I hope this translates into inspiration to write.  If I’m not gonna write, then I at least need to read something. Keep the mind filled with literary goodness. At the very least I won’t feel like a sloth on the loose. Also need to add an entry to the print journal. That will help out tremendously with keeping me writing. Other than that, it’s exceptionally warm (not hot as all get out)  for an October. I always say after a hurricane passes, we will get snow. Let’s see if this holds true this year.

Happy creative endeavors.

Revisions (Part 3 of 3)

This is the third pass. It feels much better for the story, and has a type of energy I found appealing to write.  I wanted to make sure the conflict was stronger, and engaging.

Happy creative endeavors.

“What’s that filthy bushwash you’re using on our great plaques?” Timothy asked. “It looks too cheap for Beauregard Clemmings.”

“You the cleaning inspector now?”

“Wha– how-how dare you?”

“You’d think I was asking about your weight, and the extra donuts you like to eat all the time. You leave the crumbs all over the place.”

“You rude, ignorant servant of a bitch.”

”No need for calling my mother names.”

“Forget your wrinkled old mum.”

“Forget your prune-faced wife. She looks like the bottom of an old frying pan, she does.”

“Of all the…I don’t know what kind of slipshod games the mayor has running from that hovel of an office, but the people of Nutbush pay too much money for a janitor to think he can check me.”

Felix sighed, put on his headphones and MP3 player, turned away from Timothy, and renewed his cleaning.

“That distraction isn’t allowed while you’re on duty, sir,” Timothy huffed.  “You know that, as it was part of the charter rules and regulations.”

Felix didn’t turn back to Timothy, but he did turn up the volume on his MP3 player. Timothy turned away, and marched down the park to the city entrance. “The nerve of that fool,” he muttered.

Revisions (Part 2 of 3)

This is my second pass at revising the dialog for the scene/story. I wanted something a bit more abrasive, and less agreeable between the two characters (Timothy and Felix).

I didn’t format it properly, as I knew if I liked it, I would add it to Word (from my Notes app) and adjust it.

It’s essentially the exchange between Timothy and Felix, so I know its two characters.

Timothy watched Felix apply the solution to the glyphs.  It looked shinier, and he appreciated that glow.  Timothy stood back after the last coat and admired the glow.

T: Nice job, Felix.

F: Thank you, Mr. Guthrie. I’ve already cleaned the benches, good sir.  Don’t want you messing up those fancy clothes of yours.

Nonsense. I’m more curious as to your new solution.

F: Pay it no mind. Just boring new regulations.

T: “They’re facts, Felix,” He said, “and facts are never boring.”

F: Then the amount of bird dropping per square inch on a plaque is right up your alley…sir?

T: No. That is not up my alley. I insist you tell me what are you using clean our glyphs in our town.

F:  Why that’s classified, sir.

T: Classified? With taxpayers money? Really? Does this sparkle orange concoction have a proven track record with maintaining a secure protection from rogue magic?” It could do more far more harm than good.

*he waited for a response. None came.

T: You know if the wards don’t work, we’ll be in a world of pain.

F: Your bench, sir.  It’s gonna get taken.

T: Rest assured, I’m contacting the mayor.

F: Be my guest, sir.