sentence structure

That's the thing about the beginning of a sentence. Each letter exercises that much more tyranny upon the next. If i get good and stuck on an ending, it can be very helpful to just chop off the head.

Plane crash

Imagine you are on an airplane and you hit a wind shear. The plane drops 500, 1,000, 3,000, 10,000 feet and still diving. At that moment, in my opinion, you have two choices: you can either start screaming your head off, release your bodily functions and stab your neighbor, meeting your destiny with a blank mind and soiled pants; or you can sit back and try to connect with that carnival feeling in you belly and just let it build a smile on your face.

In the end, at least you can say you enjoyed the ride. And who knows, the pilot might just pull it out, in which case, you won't have to finish the flight overwhelmed by your own stink.

Anyway, that's what I think of when someone asks me how I can take it America these days.

braindrop fiction

I recently reread my first play. My only play. The act of the only play I ever wrote. Are you a writer? If you are then you understand what it's like to go back and read something that you wrote back when you didn't know a thing. Not that you know anything now, but at least you know that much.

Anyway. You read something that you wrote an eon ago and most of the time it's pure masturbation. The main guy? It's you. It's always you. but wealthy if you're a sucker. or poor if you got too much. or in a dress if you're trying to do the opposite of you, somehow. Maybe it's you getting you a better gig or a bigger stage--either way, it's you playing with yourself.

Well i recently read the first act of my only play and i had to laugh. It's at a wrap party way off broadway where a merry troupe of players just ended a run of A Midsummer's Night's Dream. See? Shakespearean masturbation. The whole thing centers around the Don Juan who plays Puck and spends the first act shirtless in outrageous woolly pants. The nuns told me i'd eventually go blind you know. By the unwritten end, Heartbreaker gets his own heart broken yet love sits on the horizon. aaand, denouement.

When I finished, I actually heard a voice in my head say, "Why yes, Mr. Lucas. Of course you can make a movie of my life, and I'd be honored if you think Han Solo would be a good fit."

Sitting here. I find myself torn between dying of wizened embarrassment and starting the next act.

Vector...damn near killed her.

A vector is an element that has potential. In addition to standard spacial coordinates, symbolic or otherwise, a vector contains transitional data which indicates a known past and an expected future. It represents motion in stasis.

It was the end of something...

There was a fire and the boyhood christmas sock was lost to the world. If I couldn't let go the regret for the things I've lost, I couldn't go on.

The takeaway

The key to any relationship is good writing. I think that's the one real thing I learned about life from a lifetime in front of a television. It wasn't that the good guys are the ones in white hats. Or that mountains are moved and contracts are signed in 23 minutes of hard work without commercial interruption; and it's certainly not that the right girl comes along but she thinks you're a pig and maybe you are but you can change if you have the hourlong format and so you live happily ever after when she finally comes to her senses. None of that is real; in fact, it's probably recklessly unreal.

But the point of the great romance narratives is not to be blinded by the fantasy, it's to be inspired by it. No one is going to write your love story but you--so be sure you picked a good co-writer.

starter

The wind blew the door shut. With a crash, the room was silent.