Getting the Flow of Things I

Well, my poetry has a flow to it, no? I have a lot of people who have wonderful things to say about my writings. What if I wrote prose that way? I have a flash fiction (short-short) story I'm working on, that I can experiment on. Why should I not at least try to make some fiction with a flow in the language. Call this stage one. I just typed out the story, which I wrote longhand while in Charleston.

Some Screen Writier Facts

Check out the link for the full story on the writer's strike. That's good info to know, if you love your tv shows, like I do. What I quote below is what caught my eyes.

A newcomer to TV's writing ranks earns about $70,000 per season for full-time work on a show.

Veteran writers who move up to a story-editor position would get at least a low six-figure salary, with a "written by" credit on an hourlong script paying an additional $30,000 plus residuals.

Writers are free to negotiate for higher pay, and people who produce or co-produce — called "hyphenates" in industry parlance — earn more.

It Got Cold Real Fast

Opened my door this afternoon, and quickly closed it back. I was not pleased with the temperature change. I suppose it could be worse. Still, I could stand the lukewarm weather, not the drop in warmth. I needed something hot to drink. :-)

I want to shout out to my friend April, who worked on a marvelous script. I am hoping to hear she gets it published. It would be nice to see her works published. Best wishes and success for you April!

I myself need to get on the ball. I need to get my comic book launched with not hitches. It's going to be slow and steady, but I need to do more. As of now I am the writer/editor/producer.

This does not count the comedy series and two screenplays I may end up writing. Plus I have some comics and concepts to develop.

Lazy Sunday

The weather changed on me, and it's not so bright outside. Today is a hot tea day and a peanut butter sandwich. I wish I had the day off, but I gotta get my kids' TS done, and I don't like for there to be any accidents with those.

Got up, and went back to bed. Watching Revenge of the Sith, like I haven't seen it before.
It's a great movie to fall asleep on. Thus my lazy day has some mellowing intensifiers. I am sensing a disturbance in the force. I am sure Monday will unfold another slice of drama. I am resolved to not let the negative overcome me. My day is smooth, I am smooth. The job and all its turmoil will be smoothed out because I know I can handle any negative situation. I wasn't made for nothing.

Progress

Got episode one revised. Worked on episode two. Got nineteen pages formatted. I need three more to complete that episode, and then I'm off to episode three. I think i can stop at this point and pick up dinner. Pizza maybe. I don't know, but it needs to fill me up. :-)

Kappa Mikey Clip

My Saturdaze

I wanted to stay home and be lazy, but then i decided to come to the computer lab and finish revising the script for episode one. Despite my overwhelming need to be lazy, once I got to writing, I had three pages completed. To which I am very happy about. There is no one in the comp lab but me. LOL If I wanted to I could play loud music, but I brought headphones so I wouldn't have my biz in other people's biz. I think I deserve a treat for doing more work. What will I have for dinner? Something nice.

OK, I Found This Drop Dead Funny

Feeling Scribbly

Odd, but I have the greatest urge to draw something... Been scribbling on paper. May show my scribbles, but I don't like them.

MORE LOL CATS

Writing Buzz

I have been bitten by a writing bug, and thes means I will be preoccupied for a hot moment. No more talk, I need to do.

Untitled III

For those not in the know, I lost my jump drive two weeks ago. I was getting off work. As usual, I place it around my neck for safekeeping. When I got to my car, I took it off, along with my ID badge, and placed it in the passenger seat. Halfway down the road, I realize I don’t know where the jump drive is.

I compulsively check the passenger seat, and its not there. At a red light, I short of emptied my book bag of all its contents. Still there was no jump drive. I decided I left it at work, and the best thing to do is come to work early and retrieve it. Problem solved, right?

I was so wrong. I come to work, and there is no jump drive. I panicked. All my good writing was on that drive. OMG I must have dropped it outside the building. I was late for class too. Damn it. I scoured our lost and found; I checked my desk, and the floor beneath it. I was so sure the jump drive met with some greedy student, exploiting my writings. What could I do but accept that IU lost my drive and leave it at that.

Well, for the past two weeks, I have emailed myself any file that I wrote or needed to open on a different computer (hello Screenwriter program). Not only is this inconvenient, it’s downright annoying. How for two weeks I regretted losing my jump drive.

Well, I was contemplating buying a new one. Fast forward to today. I stop at Wendy’s to buy a salad and some fries. Ate the fries in the car, before I got out and went to work, I dropped a fry as I was trying to wave at someone, and it fell between the seat. I went to remove it, and what I see, but the cord for my jump drive.

I cannot explain to you how elated and stupid I felt. I was more elated than stupid, so I am ok.

The Graduate School Life

So it's time to sign up for classes and I am so willing to get a writing course, and what stands in my way? All the classes offered are offered during the times I work. All that's open is art criticism. Another art history class. Umm... horay. Not really. I feel the sting of a new program trying to feel its way around its students.

I email my advisor and ask if one class will be offered during the day, as I could take those. At least one class. No classes will be offered in winter quarter, but spring quarter may yeild one. online classes is an option, but online is so blah. I prefer a classroom. I hate waking up for an 8:00 AM class, but its in-class. ;-) Well, I gotta do what I have to so I can get my MFA. I'll take it online.

Been working on this script, which needs revisions. I am so stoked, and I want to work on it, but I am so busy. Work is going ok, but the pace is so wrong. I have so many books to ship out. Time sheets go in this week. I just know several people will not submit them. :-(

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Now playing: Utada Hikaru - This Is Love
via FoxyTunes

LOLCATS Rule!

Stacy’s Goth Experience III: The Changes Are So Unwritten

My life is still going, so the changes will be constant. My goal is to be even more involved in my own art (writing, drawing, painting). I’d like to decorate my home. I need some rich, deep, solid color furniture and accessories. I know I can do this. It’s going to be a challenge, but I love a good set of challenges to stimulate my body and mind.

I do feel blessed to have a vision of how to address my inner and outer worlds. As always, the power to make active changes in our lives belongs within us. We give our power to other people, hoping we’ll feel good about ourselves, but I need not follow someone else’s lead, but listen to the voice(s) within myself. They are merely different aspects of me.

BTW I live to see people laugh more than being scared. It brings me joy to see people laughing and smiling. I get all giggly myself. Giggly is fantastic.

Stacy’s Goth Experience II: The Making of Things Dark, Yet Bright.

I have a friend, who says she’s Goth. I told her, she couldn’t be, because she always wears bright clothes, and has an upbeat personality. She assures me she is. So I began to take a look at Goth, and wondered what was attractive about it. I also wondered how I fit into this. We’re talking about me; my clothes are so colorful and patterned.

Someone suggested to me that Goth is not about the outward appearance entirely. There are things that some Goth’s are attracted to. For example, Goth’s have fascination with Romantic Literature. The works of Anne Rice, Neil Gaiman, and Edgar Allen Poe may appeal to them. The Victorian or Edwardian era have a hold. There is a fascination with things from these eras and beyond.

Goth is much more than clothes or look. It has a feel, a counterculture, if you will. Aspects of the culture are innately within me, yet this is merely a facet of who I am.

Of course, it clashes so strongly with my outer world. On the surface, I am chipper, polite, and kind to the point of being a pest. I am thinking of embracing my inner Goth, not for destruction, but rather to find the balance between, who I am, and how I am perceived. I don’t mind the darker aspects, so long as they are balanced by my innate benevolence.

Stacy’s Goth Experience: The Superficial Glare.

I’ve been told, a few times, that I have a rather dark way of thinking. I admit to having a black sense of humor, and a rather nasty imagination. I breathe life into the illest things. I am certainly offbeat, weird, and uniquely myself. I don’t expect everyone to “get” me. I don’t “get” most people. It’s not a bad thing. I embrace my quirkiness, and I celebrate the differences between us all.

I have been also told I fit the mold for a Goth. I laughed so hard. I am so not Goth. I am so goofy and silly a lot of the time (something I inherited from my father). I don’t wear black, much, and I am anything but dour or gloomy in personality. In fact, I can be annoyingly chipper sometimes, love pop music, along with R&B, and classical music. At the minimum, what I thought a Goth was a bunch of gloomy kids who want attention on the whole. That was a superficial glance.

Never mind those who saw my “dark” avatar, which was ironically composed on a very bright day. Several of my stories are incredibly dark and could use more darkening. But I also like to laugh, have fun, and be happy. That’s not Goth, right?

Five Points to Some Stacy Trivia

These are the things that are going on with me:

1. My left eye is burning. Makes it real difficult to put in my contacts. Allergy meds are taking their sweet time.
2. Twenty-four pages of script in word is not twenty four pages in Screenwriter. The smarty that I am was going to cut and paste parts of the second episode into the first chapter, until...
3. I forgot how to import word files in, and when I cut and pasted for the second episode, the Screenwriter software crashed. Repeatedly. :-(
4. I had to write three pages of script from scratch, and that meant reworking some new ideas into the story.
5. Watching Cops can be both entertaining and appalling. It's not as bad as Cheaters though. How can someone say they love you while they're cheating on you? :-(

Writing Progress

On page thirteen of episode two. I need to get at least two more pages tonight. That way I have a lot to show in class tomorrow. Still stuck on the title. I think the premise will be the title. I will bounce them off my professor. I know she'll have fun with this. Anyways I got three titles, so far.

P.S. Chocolate chocolate chip is an ok ice cream, but not as good as I would like it to be for my money.

To My Writing Friends. ;-)

*Taps foot patiently. Looks around room. Clears throat*

Ok class take out your homework and pass it up front. It's time for evaluations.

Life...

Haven't blogged in a while. Consider it a spell I was under. Working on things that took up a lot of good time. I love blogging, but I placed it on the back burner.

I did make my pot of gumbo, and let me tell you, it is so good. This reminds me to either freeze or eat my baked chicken & rice or the lat slice of meatloaf. They were equally good. I swear I could cook some collards and work with the chicken.

Having a ball trying to finish the three script project. I got the first episode done. I got six pages of episode two done. I need a series title. Working on that. Must brainstorm soon. I can have a lovely script, but it needs a title like now.

Was trying to get another scriptwriting class, but found I needed a prerequisite, and that is so annoying. Such is life. It means all I could sign up for is art criticism. I don't know how pleased I am with this.

My Miscount-My Bad

Scripts for comedy shows have twenty three pages per episode. I was thinking twenty-four tonight. As I edited I found myself noting the difference. I only needed fifteen pages for my class, but now I know I have a first episode. I have to write two more episodes. I feel so good doing the work. I am glad I looked it over tonight. It was 100% worth it to do it when I had the free time proper.

As posted earlier, I know what happens in episode two, and have jotted a few notes on some character lines, and they are so funny that I am laughing at myself. My instructor will show us how to use the screenwriter software, so I will have that to work out with the program. I'm so giddy. Story doesn't have a title yet. I'm still working on that.

To my writing friends, did you at least get a page done?

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Now playing: Kohei Koizumi - Secret Sorrow
via FoxyTunes

Twenty-Two Pages

Began working this script until I had more pages. What started as nine is now twenty two. I will do the edits tomorrow because I feel I need to leave the story alone for a moment. I have the second episode locked clearly into my head. OMG it's so demented, that I fell in love with it the moment I thought about it. I don't feel the least bit guilty for giving these characters some much hell for trying to have a life.

I've written before, but never have I had such clear insights into what I want to do. Writing is more than a blessing. I am very pleased to have a chance to develop my ideas. Thank God for great opportunities. I know my friends will have four pages ready, right? Holler back at me writing peeps.


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Now playing: Lisa Fischer - How Can I Ease the Pain
via FoxyTunes

Stacy's Moment

I wrote this at YABS today, and found it blog & LJ worthy:

I submit that back in the day, like everyone else I was also with melodrama that is called being a teen ager. I remember thinking how my life sucked, but looking back, I realized that I had a good life, and it was only beginning of living.

Looking back made me realize that at times I was truly spoiled and ungrateful for the blessings I did have. I am more than pleased that I have a moment to reflect on my life.

What Did I Just See?

Ok, flipping through the channels when I saw Walker Texas Ranger. In this episode,Walker takes on a satanic cult, and all I can say, between the "dark" music, and the usual Walker activities, this was rather funny. As usual there's a showdown, and the bad guys get their asses kicked, Ranger style. Sometimes I wonder about life, and the things we ingest mentally and physically.

Makeing A List, Checking It Twice

No, I'm not giving gifts, but I do have some stories to work out and a schedule to place them on. I so want to have a writing phase and an off to publisher's phase. No more sleeping on myself. I so need a lift beyond where I am today.

The Writing Type: What Say You

Well I turned in my script and my instructor thinks I should develop the material further. She suggested writing a full episode. This would be the pilot for a comedy show, if you will. I would need to write two more episodes before I submit this to a production company. The question would be could I write three 23 page scripts.

I did want to say this would be easy, but that’s not what I want to say. It will be a worthwhile challenge, and I would love to complete all three scripts. I’m gonna start tonight because I feel that it will be in my best interest to write something that I love. This put a feather in my cap, to an otherwise convoluted day.

Now, for my writing friends out there. I challenge you to at least get four pages done before the end of the week. That’s Wednesday through Saturday. Can y’all get something done? I’m hoping to hear from y’all soon. If I ever become successful, I’d love to promote my friends who have some completed projects, or have the drive to work with me on future potential productions. What say you?

Kappy Mikey Makes Me Laugh

Beatty Bug

This is my girl Beatty's blog. Her blog is more personal, withought being intimate. She's not airing out the dirty laundy, but expressing herself. Rock on Beatty.

Tales of the Trickster

My friend Shisho has a great blog she updates. It's called Tales of the Trickster, and it has a cool, intelligent side to blogging. I am very proud ot have her on my lists of blogs I read.

I will be listing other blogs/LJ's I read soon. My pals know who they are. I'm looking at ya Aggie & Kat. ;-)

My Weekend

I should have been blogging, but I chose to spend the weekend resting from everything. Went to C’s house to hang out. She fed the crew. I had fun NOT being at work, or classes. Don’t get me wrong class is great, and I feel like I am enjoying myself, but combined with work it’s very tiring. It was nice to forget everything for a short while.

Made meat loaf yesterday. I needed to cook that ground beef before it became a brick in my fridge. For breakfast I made pancakes and sausage. May make baked beans for the week or chicken. Not sure yet, but I know I am cooking for the rest of the week.

Checking out Utada’s music from her Ultra Blue CD. Although I don’t have the translations the lyrics, I love listening to “Passion, Blue, and This is Love.” Somewhere between the songs and my ears there’s a barrier that breaks and I enjoy the songs without knowing what they mean. I will have to go back to iTunes and d-load the whole CD. Too bad much of her works are only sold in Japan or Europe. Maybe I can get them off of Amazon.com.

Loved By You

Please take my hand,
Give me your love
Let it be sweet and strong,
Like fine wine from the sweetest fruit
Plucked at the ripest moment
Don't you dare hold back
let us savor this passion,
For the taste is truly divine.
Let your love fall like a rainstorm
That's come to quench the desert of its dry
Let it come down, down, down
Rain upon me, wake me from my long slumber.
For you, I rise to the occasion
For you I wait the first drops of the river soon to come

Rock me to heaven
Rock me until I can't take it anymore
Rock me 'till the stars explode
In one glorious moment
We shall reach escape velocity,
And break the ties that bind us to this world.

Let this be our greatest adventure
Let this be eched into our hearts & minds
For all eternity.
Please let me love you,
And let me be loved by you.

I Can Feel It

I want to make a big pot of gumbo. I so feel a need to get the ingredients, and slow cook it. I can so tate it. Oh yeah. it is so on. Call it my birthday dinner.

Bittersweet Chocolate

A kiss of chocolate, a tingle in the spine.
Lips licked with such sweet, sweet satisfaction
A gentle breeze on the skin,
Dances electric in my body, in my mind,
Rocking me to the core

Need I tell you that my soul sings an aria,
That only my true love will ever hear?
Only my true love will ever know all the notes.

Were she to ever leave,
I would sing it no more.
I would look for no more enchantments.
I will not wish or want to be enchanted again.
Tis the taste of bittersweet chocolate.
I dare not allow my heart to be broken ever again.

Happy Birthday!!!

Yaaaay! Special thanks got to my family and friends who wished me happy birthday (or belated-hint, hint-LMAO) . My girl Aggies' birthday was yesterday. Happy birthday Aggie!!!

I am so tired and should have spend the day in bed, chilling, getting my strength back.

Had to meetings in the academic department. The first is with my advisor, the second with the dept head of a different department. I had some questions that needed to be answered.