Let the Gorging Begin!
As we all know, yesterday was St. Valentine's day, which as some would put forth is nothing but a corporately created holiday meant to fill the coffers of greeting card makers, florists and peddlers of smut and Karma Sutra oils. A nice parallel effect of guilt and despair among the single members of society can also occur. Some might say that it's a religious holiday celebrating the life of some hapless simpleton who said something stupid in front of the wrong person, and got him self martyred. Eh. I've never really had much of an opinion on it either way. It was just a day, not quite like any other, that I would try to drink and have fun, and I might get flowers or candy or maybe nothing at all, and w'ev (whatever).
BUT - this was the Best. V-day. Ever. No doubt, and it's all due the most lovely person I have ever met, my boyfriend Shaun, with whom I live in sin. And it's great. Yay, sin! So... I'm typing this as I sit in front of the TV watching Iron Chef, on my new totally fucking sweet Valentine's Day gift to me from Shaun awesome kick ass new laptop computer. And when he gave it to me, he said that one condition of receiving this was that I must write more, and eventually write a play or novel or screenplay or cookbook or true crime pulp mag that we could sell for big $, and then retire on the profits to a life of pointless debauchery and ennui. And that's exactly what I'm going to do.
I think one of the secrets to writing is just getting the flow going and putting ideas down. Going back and forth over all of those ideas can create a tapestry of weirdness that maybe could actually make coherent and comedic sense, at some point. And I don't know if it's a good thing or a bad thing, but many people have told me that the shit that comes out of my mouth, whether a first person report of some random bit of Bizarro that happened to me, or some totally fabricated fable that I'm making up just to fuck with someone, some of this shit is COMEDY GOLD. Of course a lot of it is crap. But it's easier to moderate what you write, writing can be fine tuned and stroked and spiffed up. Heh, I said stroked. My goal now is to at least begin writing a play. I know that I want it to have many scenes, and I want each scene to be a funny story told by a different character but all relating the the same incident or secret or local urban mythology. And all of the actors would go through each of these scenes with a feeling of total chaos, but the audience would see the big picture. So if anybody has some funny unbelievably true or seemingly true story they'd like to relate to me so I can make a scene of it, give me a holler.
BUT - this was the Best. V-day. Ever. No doubt, and it's all due the most lovely person I have ever met, my boyfriend Shaun, with whom I live in sin. And it's great. Yay, sin! So... I'm typing this as I sit in front of the TV watching Iron Chef, on my new totally fucking sweet Valentine's Day gift to me from Shaun awesome kick ass new laptop computer. And when he gave it to me, he said that one condition of receiving this was that I must write more, and eventually write a play or novel or screenplay or cookbook or true crime pulp mag that we could sell for big $, and then retire on the profits to a life of pointless debauchery and ennui. And that's exactly what I'm going to do.
I think one of the secrets to writing is just getting the flow going and putting ideas down. Going back and forth over all of those ideas can create a tapestry of weirdness that maybe could actually make coherent and comedic sense, at some point. And I don't know if it's a good thing or a bad thing, but many people have told me that the shit that comes out of my mouth, whether a first person report of some random bit of Bizarro that happened to me, or some totally fabricated fable that I'm making up just to fuck with someone, some of this shit is COMEDY GOLD. Of course a lot of it is crap. But it's easier to moderate what you write, writing can be fine tuned and stroked and spiffed up. Heh, I said stroked. My goal now is to at least begin writing a play. I know that I want it to have many scenes, and I want each scene to be a funny story told by a different character but all relating the the same incident or secret or local urban mythology. And all of the actors would go through each of these scenes with a feeling of total chaos, but the audience would see the big picture. So if anybody has some funny unbelievably true or seemingly true story they'd like to relate to me so I can make a scene of it, give me a holler.