I Need To Write More

This poor blog gets neglected all the time by me, but I feel a need to post here.  Special thanks to Beatty for posting a message to me.   I really needed that.  been working on a research paper, which is consuming and rewarding at the same time.  Made chili for dinner.  Gonna have it with nachos.  Made sweet tea also.

I  made a resolution to not spend a dime of money without first thinking it over, and not impulse buying.  Why?  Because sooner or later if I don't stop my impulse purchasing, I'm gonna hurt myself, and no amount of money can fix the problem if I don't wise up.  So if I plan now I can make my budget far better.  


Wrote out some ideas in word that have been left alone, which i need to at least liberate by printing out. 

Prose Like Poetry

Dare I think or dream of a new short story? In spite of myself, I see visions of new stories. A different flavor for every day of the week with a breaking desire to make all the wonderful dishes. When I write, I say, "This is love. This is passion." How can I make the words sing a song to soothe the heart and soul? I ask myself this every time I write.

Midtempo Day

Today has been on the midtempo side with me not getting my feathers ruffled, which is good. Having a bit of nostalgia with me remembering the cartoon, Blackstar. I so want the 13 episodes, which is on DVD. :-)

It stormed like crazy today with rain everywhere. I loathe to think of being trapped out there. I came to work at the time. The rain came down hard, and the wind was raging like crazy. I know I'm not taking the parkway home tonight. Too much rain and curves in the dark.

Did not work on the research paper, but I swear its going to turn into my thesis paper because I keep researching and adding to it. It's nice to find something worth exploring with a deeper prospect.

I'm off to write something, so later folks.

Updating...

I am working on a paper/project that has taken over most of my free time. I love being wrapped up in it, and I am embarrassed to say that I have not posted on my blog in a while. My blog is important to me so I feel I should write more here and not on the LJ. I may repost what I wrote there, but I like for this blog to have fresh content.

Another Sick Story

Am I ill, or am I def (not deaf). Another sick idea crossed my mind and I jotted it down on paper. Whose to say it will go anywhere, but I need to explore my options like it's my last day on Earth. None of us are guaranteed anything for tomorrow.

To my Family: I love y'all for better or worse we're all we've got.

To my friends: I love y'all as well. Thanks for being there for me as well.

Don't Give A Damn

It's how I feel now when I explore my thoughts/ideas that are quirky, like me. There was a time when I would reject such ideas. They weren't mainstream. I felt that they were (sometimes) vulgar, and it mattered to me 100% what people thought about me. I so wanted to belong. I killed my individuality. That angel in the room got a lot of millage out of this.

Now that I don't fear approach or that someone labels me odd for having offbeat thoughts I feel free to explore my mind. Go to the corners I felt embarrassed to visit. Pull out the ideas that stand out in my mind as worth doing. perverting any idea I may have used in the past that's not working for me. I need to have my works produced and published. If people get pissed or offended. Fine. part of writing is rejection. part of me doesn't want to know fame, but notoriety.

One day my quirky stories will become mainstream. It will be time to pass the torch.

Don't get me wrong. Not all I write will be fit for print/production, but to get to the good ideas, I have to love me, and not allow outside sources to shape my thoughts.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!!

To my Bro and niece. Y'all are too special to me. You just don't know how I loves ya to pieces. :-)

Back To Some Basics

Sometimes I stress too much and don't write. Sometimes I stress and write. Sometimes I have stress and stress writing. I see a pattern, and I'm in the mood to break out of my funk. I need to type something. I need to feel my creative spirit. it needs to be with me. Star crossed lovers we are. Something like that. Soul-mated or just destined to stay together.

Hello Story Points

For those not in the know, when writing scripts a beat sheet (catching the "beats" of the story) will help you lay down the bones to your script. There's a short film I have been working on for a while and the beat sheet helped me nail down some ideas that were nagging the hell outta me. It has a lot of things that need resolving, however, the bare bones are down. There are a few more pieces of criteria to supply, but I think that will it as far as completion. Afterwards there will be a "cooling off" period which helps divorce the mind from the project, and then it can be addressed with new eyes.

BTW during the "cooling off" period will be the best time to start another beat sheet for another writing project. There will lots of cooling down. This is Beat sheet for project # 2 BTW. I hope to have 4-6 beat sheets by the end of summer quarter. At least during the break between summer and fall quarter I can develop some work. Furthermore, during the fall break the goal is to write nonstop.

Let me add each project has its own complexities, which makes it a little tricker. For example, the first project consisted of a beat sheet for four episodes. The second project is a short film and all three acts are covered. Project three will cover three issues of a sitcom, and project four will cover four episodes of a different program. The episode-based stories have three acts per episode (more work). Project five will likely be another short film, and project six will either be a feature film.

Divided

Part of me wants to maintain the energy this blog has and keep it going forever. The other part of me likes the raw uncensored version of me that can't be on a public blog. I can't reconcile them as I like the direction and this blog is my home. I would like to improve the focus of the writing, and will likely be focusing more on my creative endeavors, as well as my observations on life, and what i deem to be entertainment.

Little Jackie - The World Should Revolve Around Me

Cause Imani's music rocks. :-)

Empowered I

This image has a companion (male) piece that if I uncover , will post an image of. I never finished this, as the face is left incomplete. Still there's some hidden power the figure has, and I still like looking at it. I should do a series based on them. Still, the counterpart must be found so I can compare and contrast them. I need to see where I could take the figures. She strikes me as raw emotion and not vulnerable at all. Like she's empowered in spite of me putting details on her.

And Now Kind Sir, Where We Go From Here?

It's time to delve deeper into the the craft of fiction writing. I want to be able to stop improvising (passive), and taking the driver's seat of writing (active). There are some things I need to have to feel better about writing in any genre, and any medium. First things first. Improv writing is ok for a draft , but not the final product. Second, I need to know why I am writing this story, and what I want to say with it. More control in technique and content must be at the forefront. Needless to say there is a lot of work to do, but I'm not mad about that. It's who I am, and what I do.

BET pt2(BLACK EXPLOITATION TELEVISION)

Twice is a charm.

BET (BLACK EXPLOITATION TELEVISION)

Because it doesn't pull the punches. :-)

Art on My Wall: Means More Than a Pretty Picture

I love my wall. it has a lot of the art you see on these blog posts, except the nekkid people. I know that would be a conversation set if I did, and am tempted to make it so. My mother would leave the room. Nude male and female models on my wall? Several of my art unfriendly family would leave and call me a pervert and gay behind my back, They likely may, since I am too mysterious for my own good. Who gives a damn. I can't live my life for them.

This is a corner piece of my wall and I love this image. The first is Conte crayon. I did this in Drawing I, as I remember. I was struggling so BAD! LOL That's why I tell people never give up on your dreams and goals. Here's why: My prof, Jon Michel, was HARD and a master artist. I was sure I was failing his class. OMG drawing I was TOUGH as chewing nails. People don't know, but to have a serious drawing professor, and to make so many errors and want to get better then make MORE errors felt so heavy. Drawing I was a superior struggle. Jon does not let you off the hook either. Get back there and work at that image and resolve the issues damn it. I got an "A" out of the class BTW, but I paid my dues and I worked and worked.

The second smaller images is mixed media. Watercolor background and color pencil drawings. if there is a weakness to this images, I would say it is that I didn't do enough of them. Still it started off with some mystery figures that I loved. I should get my watercolors from Charleston, and do some new pieces. I can control the watercolors better. They are lesss messy, and I can have some pleasure when I'm not working or doing classwork.

He Has My Face...Sorta

It started off as a self-portrait, but I got bored and changed the game. He became someone else. It could have used a lot of work, but I liked playing with the oil on canvas more than I gave attention to the form. This face paintings have a folksy vibe to them. I rather like it. The blue in the background is one of my fave colors.

Visage

She looks so annoyed. I can't remember what I was thinking when I drew this. So much raw emotion. Don't remember if I posted this one before. Still it speaks to me in a cool, understated way. It's partly in her eye and the glow she has.

The Watercolor That Never Came to Be/The Kiss of Death

This drawing (pencil) is on over sized watercolor paper. Obviously it was meant to be colored, however, I liked the drawing so much I decided to leave it as is. My professor also agreed that it should be left alone.

The picture is also edited, as it is a full frontal male nude, which I was told is the "kiss of death" to any artwork meant to be sold. I rarely draw or paint to sell, and fail to think commercially with my art (I so need to sell out one day). It doesn't matter to me, I just like to show my work. I do however have to contend with the fact that this IS the internet, and my rated G blog doesn't need the heat cranked for all the WRONG reasons.

Still I may change my mind and dare to go bare for the sake of my creations. Some of them are NOT being shown because they are frontal nudes. I wonder if that can be resolved in any way.

Self-Portrait

Very folksy image here, and I wish I worked more on the nose of the figure. It has a passing resemblance to yours truly, but I can't say I put the effort to interpret me proper. In a way it reminds me of my Dad more than me. Not for the lack of a nose, but the quickest impression is that its him I see when I look at this. it sits on my wall, and looks older than I do. It's an oil painting on canvas, BTW.