Work.
Yeah, so I'm going to be updating now mainly with pieces of things I'm working on. Since I have writing ADD, I have a hard time keeping focus on one project. But something I am getting behind this year is National Novel Writing Month. You write like 50,000 words or something like that. I mean it doesnt have to be in novel form and it doesn't have to be edited. This is to just crank out as much as you can so you don't have any more excuses.
That being said, here's a scene that I wrote about a typical girl down on her luck in LA. Kind of thought about Entourage as I wrote this. Tried to avoid being so crass about it. You tell me. Lots o'love. The internet is the only serious thing in my life right now...word.
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“Alright, I don’t have all day here. Let’s take em off.”
With those lines from the director the robes fell. One by one. Cassie lost hers without a second glance, this was her fifth time doing this kind of thing. Ian lost his, he was well endowed so he didn’t care who saw him naked. There was only one problem and that was Shauna. She hated her name, but for all the wrong reasons. It reminded her of her past, and the person she used to be, it reminded her of everything that had gone wrong.
The director chomped on a big wad of chewing tobacco as he ran a hand over the ends of his Fu-Manchu mustache.
“I don’t have all day here sweeite. Lose the robe, or lose the money. That simple.”
She was nervous but let the robe fall.
“Wow, you’re better then I thought,” the director took a sip from a Gin and Tonic that was sitting to his side. He nodded his head to the camera man and they were rolling.
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Love it? Hate it? Want more? Let me know.
That being said, here's a scene that I wrote about a typical girl down on her luck in LA. Kind of thought about Entourage as I wrote this. Tried to avoid being so crass about it. You tell me. Lots o'love. The internet is the only serious thing in my life right now...word.
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“Alright, I don’t have all day here. Let’s take em off.”
With those lines from the director the robes fell. One by one. Cassie lost hers without a second glance, this was her fifth time doing this kind of thing. Ian lost his, he was well endowed so he didn’t care who saw him naked. There was only one problem and that was Shauna. She hated her name, but for all the wrong reasons. It reminded her of her past, and the person she used to be, it reminded her of everything that had gone wrong.
The director chomped on a big wad of chewing tobacco as he ran a hand over the ends of his Fu-Manchu mustache.
“I don’t have all day here sweeite. Lose the robe, or lose the money. That simple.”
She was nervous but let the robe fall.
“Wow, you’re better then I thought,” the director took a sip from a Gin and Tonic that was sitting to his side. He nodded his head to the camera man and they were rolling.
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Love it? Hate it? Want more? Let me know.