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In college I was a film student. I still have copies of my scripts. My notebooks were filled with story ideas and snatches of dialog. The storyteller in me disappeared with my last student film. I could not capture what was lost.
Since then I’ve been reading voraciously. Hemingway. Oates. McCarthy. Hammett.
Last night I realized why I was burning through all of those books. I yearned for a story that did not exist.
I opened a notebook and started writing. No preamble. Just one word after another. It was shocking. It was also dreadful.
I made a few edits, and unearthed a love story. In an hour the romance evolved into a love triangle.
I went to sleep at 3 a.m.
The whole experience reminds me of something Hemingway said:
“I learned never to empty the well of my writing, but always to stop when there was still something there in the deep part of the well, and let it refill at night from the springs that fed it.”
The answer to all of life’s problems, is not pizza but escape. I played with a puppy, ate some pizza and I hooked up the scanner.
My descent into madness is officially documented.
The first stage is filled with good humor as the computer restarts,
And then time passes and I become whimsical,
The whimsy stretches on to my imagination.
The computer restarts suddenly after freezing up for 20 minutes.
While the computer was frozen a message like this was plastered across its face:
A bout of hysteria brings to mind something I heard in a class:
*An adorable 70 year old professor from S. Africa said this, she had misunderstood a student when he told her he cashed his check at a pawn shop. She went on to ask us all why we went to Porn Shops.
Upon restart I am told to that the software/download is working but this is all I see:
**There is something so insulting by the image of a great logo representing a great evil**
Hours later my body is revolting.
The ipod does the best it can to distract from the whole situation leading me to pay homage to my favorite band.
The audio struggle is over…and yet the scanner has disappeared.
At the sight of this icon I finally ran away from the computer.
More from my favorite web comic, thank you Natalie Dee for making the web awesome!
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Since the last blog I’ve made some time to play. I may have been inspired by Halloween but this quick little sketch could also work for Valentines Day.
The sad tale of how Frankie lost Johnnie (commonly referred to as the Bride) has been told on the screen in the classic film The Bride of Frankenstein. I always preferred the 1985 adaptation with Sting, The Bride. To this day the very sight of colorful jewels bring tears to my eyes.
*For this quick jot I took out only five prismacolor pencils. Can’t go wrong with a few healthy restrictions.
