Saturday, January 29, 2011

One Act Play

So I have finished a One Act Play.

It is approximately 28 pages long, and I think it could fit comfortably in the minute-a-page bracket, though wavering from time to time. A lot of it is stage direction, and in places I feel like I'm leading my actor's around by the hand, but... there it is. The barebones.

Now, who want's to take part in a reading of it? I have 6 characters. 4 of which can double up when needed.

Any takers?


Saturday, January 22, 2011

New Update

The Countdown page has been adjusted to mark the progress of a one act play I am writing. It involves an elevator and the interactions therein, with one underlying slightly fanciful theme.

Time Travel. Mwhuahaha.

So far, I have completed 14 pages of formatted text. I'm hoping to double that and it wouldbe complete, because this is an exercise more in succint content and not length. So. As opposed to pumping out a sheer volume of words this month, my attempt will be to try to be subtle with dialogue, make easy blocking and stage direction, and keep everything neatly formatted for submission into contests that I find.

Wish me luck! Your support in December pushed me through! Your belief in me made ME believe!


Sunday, January 16, 2011


It is always when you are at your worst that your friends show you that they are the best. They make you laugh, feed you, cheer you up and throw you into that pleasant warmth of nostalgia. They remind you that things wil and can only get better from here on in, and they remind you that they will be there to lend a hand if they can. Even if they cannot be your crutch, they will be your constant cheerleader, rooting for you through the harsh little microcosmic shit-holes you have dug for yourself!

So raise a glass, cup of coffee, mug of tea, flute of champagne or can of soda to all of those people who have been there for you. Give a toast to yur dearest friends, and smile. Because it can only go up from here.

Monday, January 10, 2011

Sugar Coated

Allow me to clarify something.

I do not want to be here. At this point in my life. I have dissapointed myself due to the fact that I had imagined so many greater things for myself: a high paying job, a few publications, far more ambitious (although no less difficult) goals that 60,000 words in a month. Financially speaking, yes I am in a bit of a hole. I imagine that story would change depending on whom you spoke to. I have unwittingly garnered the distaste of my family because I chose to indulge in the time-honored phrase, "follow your heart." My body aches because of a cheap Walmart Futon we call a bed, and our delightful, harmless, playful lizard died because it is impossible to keep the appartment any single temperature.

A moment of silence for that delightful CHinese Water Dragon, please. Navvy will be missed.



Thank you.

This is where you should really start paying attention.

I have also come quite a long way from 'abstinence girl' and that quiet mousy girl in the corner who never spoke. I have developed my own opinions on things, I have spoken about them, and though I would not (by ANY stretch of the imagination) hold myself to a debate about them, I still believe them with a near fanatic fervor. I have my own place! I have rekindled the love and desire I once had for writing, determined to get someone out there in the wide world to like it and publish it! I have discovered the truth in friendship, and I have knowledge now of who those true friends are, and I cherish all of them, gems that they are.

I am very aware of myself and my likes and dislikes, I am happy to be alive, and I am in love.

SO tell me, what is possibly wrong with my life?


Tuesday, January 4, 2011

No - Return Policy

What would I do if my College Education had a Refund Policy?

I paid for room, board, and the Education. I imagine that there is no true way to 'return' the room a board, so that's fair... but what if I walked into the Dean's office, placed my Diploma on her desk and said, "Hey listen, I haven't used this since I left here, so I'm returning this and I would like a refund. You see, your education didn't do me a damn bit of good, so you cane take it back and stick it where the sun don't shine for all I care. I want my money back."


I imagine I would be escorted off the premesis by some security guards, and asked never to return... But think about it. How many financial aid institutions are making graduates' lives miserable today? How many jack up the interest rate, apply fines, and then demand we pay them back when we simply can't? How many don't help AT ALL when you call them to ask for it? What sense does it make, anyway, when they KNOW you cannot pay and yet add more fines? How is that going to help them get their money back? Who came up with this system!?

I think we should all band together and sue for Emotional Distress. Becasue some of us may actually go mental. Or better yet - sue them for denying our rights, namely: The Persuit of Happiness. You cannot eat if you have no money because you have to pay this bill because if you don't they will take your car which will mean you cannot get to work which means you cannot pay your bills, which means either way you don't eat, which means you are most definately not happy.

Follow me?


Sunday, January 2, 2011


Hello 2011, please allow me to introduce myself.

I am a college graduate with a bucketload of debt and stress. Regardless of my efforts, no one seems to be hiring, and my current employers can't seem to pay me enough. I have my share of personal problems, issues and baggage, and I do tend to complain on occasion. I enjoy a good rant about how unfair life is, and how things would be so much better if people just cared. I worry far too much for someone my age, and conveniently hide it behind a facade of pleasantries.

However, I count myself among the lucky. Here is why:

I have been lucky enough to find love, and not only that, but wholehearted and requited love. I am lucky enough to have reignited a passion for writing that had been lying comatose in 2010, which fills me with a sense of hope for my future. I am lucky enough to have parents who love me enough to worry ceaselessly about me, and a brother who is THE Big Brother. I am lucky enough to find encouragement and loyalty in my friends, and a good laugh when we are all together. I am lucky enough to appreciate the little things in my life, like good food, cheap bargains, a letter in the mail, and the 15 minute break I am using to write this entry. I am lucky enough to realize that i have unexercised talents that I can stretch and limber up for you, 2011.

But that is just the surface of me, 2011. I hope, throughout your existance we can become friends. I hope that you will learn even more about my quirkiness and my slightly bizarre mind set. I hope that you can bring people together and if needs be push them apart. I hope that you and I can celebrate in your final days with happy tears in our eyes, raise a glass to our success, and send you out to sea on a flaming vessel with a bang.

Welcome to my life, 2011. It was a pleasure to finally meet you.


Saturday, January 1, 2011

Mission: Accomplished

It was 9:35 New Years Eve.

There I was, separated from the festivities in the other room, ear-buds equipped and fingers tapping. I was recalling details in my mind about the dramas I would put my selected characters through, and how I would weasel in the important information.

As I took a breath, flexing the out-of-shape muscles in my wrist and hands, I decided to check my word count.

I released a jmubilant shout as I read the number aloud to the good friends and wonderful people in the next room.

60,785 words.

Mission: Accomplished.

Happy New Year everyone. May this one be filled with many good words.