a little something for all of those of you dears who put pen to paper and create words
just a little something i was finally finally able to get copied down in its whole piece after countless (seriously, do not ask me how many times i had to listen over and over to this track to get it all down and have it all correct, i seriously had to force myself not to keep count) listenings to this specific track off of the "monty python: the final rip off" 2 disc cd collection of various songs, skits, and sketches from various performances by the british comedy troop.
but i had to continue, to persist, to persevere, just because it's too too too too amusing and funny and just perfect to pass up getting to all of you dear ones who slave with pen or pencil, or on a keyboard, to create those perfect just right words for your creations, whether they be in the form of fiction, creative non-fiction, playwriting, poetry, or any other form of creative writing. and i've succeeded. and now we can all rejoice and dance and sing and drink and laugh and be merry because it's completed and done and will never have to be done again (i hope). :-D and so, without any other words or babble, here you are my dears. enjoy. smirk. laugh. smile. giggle. laugh.
Monty Python's skit "Novel Writing (Live From Wessex)":
Announcer: And now it's time for Novel Writing, which today comes from the west country on Dorset.
Commentator: Hello, and welcome to Dorchester, where a very good crowd has turned out to watch local boy Thomas Hardy write his new novel The Return of the Native, on this very pleasant July morning. This will be his eleventh novel and the fifth of the very popular Wessex novels, and here he comes! Here comes Hardy, walking out towards his desk. He looks confident, he looks relaxed, very much the man in form, as he acknowledges this very good natured bank holiday crowd. And the crowd goes quiet now, as Hardy settles himself down at the desk, body straight, shoulders relaxed, pen held lightly but firmly in the right hand. He dips the pen...in the ink, and he's off! It's the first word, but it's not a word -- oh no! -- it's a doodle. Way up on the top of the lefthand margin is a piece of meaningless scribble -- and he's signed his name underneath it! Oh dear, what a disappointing start. But he's off again -- and here he goes -- the first word of Thomas Hardy's new novel, at ten thirty-five on this very lovely morning, it's three letters, it's the definite article, and it's "The". Dennis.
Dennis: Well, this is true to form, no surprises there. He started five of his eleven novels to date with the definite article, We had two of them with "It." There's been one "But," two "At"s, one "On" and a "Dolores," but that of course was never published.
Commentator: I'm sorry to interrupt you there, Dennis, but he's crossed it out. Thomas Hardy, here on the first day of his new novel, has crossed out the only word he has written so far, and he's gazing off into space. Oh...ooohhh...there, he signed his name again.
Dennis: It looks like Tess of the D'Urbervilles all over again.
Commentator: But he's...no, he's down again and writing, Dennis, he's written "B" again, he's crossed it out again, and he has written "A" -- and there is a second word coming up straight away, and it's "Sat" -- "A Sat" -- doesn't make sense -- "A Satur" -- "A Saturday" -- it's "A Saturday," and the crowd is loving it, they are really enjoying this novel. And it's "afternoon," it's "Saturday afternoon." A comfortable beginning, and he's straight on to the next word -- it's "in" -- "A Saturday afternoon in" -- "in" -- "in"..."in Nov" -- "November" -- November is spelled wrong, he's left out the second "E" but he's not going back, it looks like he's going for the sentence, and it's the first verb coming up -- it's the first verb of the novel, and it's "was," and the crowd is going wild! "A Saturday afternoon in November was" and a long word here -- "appro" -- "appro" -- is it "approving"? -- no, it's "approaching" -- "approaching." "A Saturday afternoon in November was approaching" -- and he's done the definite article "but" again. And he's writing fluently, easily with flurring strokes of the pen, as he comes up to the middle of this first sentence. And with this eleventh novel well underway, and the prospects of a good day's writing ahead, back to the studio.
but i had to continue, to persist, to persevere, just because it's too too too too amusing and funny and just perfect to pass up getting to all of you dear ones who slave with pen or pencil, or on a keyboard, to create those perfect just right words for your creations, whether they be in the form of fiction, creative non-fiction, playwriting, poetry, or any other form of creative writing. and i've succeeded. and now we can all rejoice and dance and sing and drink and laugh and be merry because it's completed and done and will never have to be done again (i hope). :-D and so, without any other words or babble, here you are my dears. enjoy. smirk. laugh. smile. giggle. laugh.
Monty Python's skit "Novel Writing (Live From Wessex)":
Announcer: And now it's time for Novel Writing, which today comes from the west country on Dorset.
Commentator: Hello, and welcome to Dorchester, where a very good crowd has turned out to watch local boy Thomas Hardy write his new novel The Return of the Native, on this very pleasant July morning. This will be his eleventh novel and the fifth of the very popular Wessex novels, and here he comes! Here comes Hardy, walking out towards his desk. He looks confident, he looks relaxed, very much the man in form, as he acknowledges this very good natured bank holiday crowd. And the crowd goes quiet now, as Hardy settles himself down at the desk, body straight, shoulders relaxed, pen held lightly but firmly in the right hand. He dips the pen...in the ink, and he's off! It's the first word, but it's not a word -- oh no! -- it's a doodle. Way up on the top of the lefthand margin is a piece of meaningless scribble -- and he's signed his name underneath it! Oh dear, what a disappointing start. But he's off again -- and here he goes -- the first word of Thomas Hardy's new novel, at ten thirty-five on this very lovely morning, it's three letters, it's the definite article, and it's "The". Dennis.
Dennis: Well, this is true to form, no surprises there. He started five of his eleven novels to date with the definite article, We had two of them with "It." There's been one "But," two "At"s, one "On" and a "Dolores," but that of course was never published.
Commentator: I'm sorry to interrupt you there, Dennis, but he's crossed it out. Thomas Hardy, here on the first day of his new novel, has crossed out the only word he has written so far, and he's gazing off into space. Oh...ooohhh...there, he signed his name again.
Dennis: It looks like Tess of the D'Urbervilles all over again.
Commentator: But he's...no, he's down again and writing, Dennis, he's written "B" again, he's crossed it out again, and he has written "A" -- and there is a second word coming up straight away, and it's "Sat" -- "A Sat" -- doesn't make sense -- "A Satur" -- "A Saturday" -- it's "A Saturday," and the crowd is loving it, they are really enjoying this novel. And it's "afternoon," it's "Saturday afternoon." A comfortable beginning, and he's straight on to the next word -- it's "in" -- "A Saturday afternoon in" -- "in" -- "in"..."in Nov" -- "November" -- November is spelled wrong, he's left out the second "E" but he's not going back, it looks like he's going for the sentence, and it's the first verb coming up -- it's the first verb of the novel, and it's "was," and the crowd is going wild! "A Saturday afternoon in November was" and a long word here -- "appro" -- "appro" -- is it "approving"? -- no, it's "approaching" -- "approaching." "A Saturday afternoon in November was approaching" -- and he's done the definite article "but" again. And he's writing fluently, easily with flurring strokes of the pen, as he comes up to the middle of this first sentence. And with this eleventh novel well underway, and the prospects of a good day's writing ahead, back to the studio.