yo, yo, yo, sons of bitchesssssss!
morning, kiddies! your favorite red-headed pal ryan here... aren't you excited? you damn well better be!!
anyway, my creative writing prof has decided to use livejournal as her preferred format for our weekly journal entries, so you get treated to a bunch of writer's jibberish every friday. my advice to you is to read the first two lines of each spectacular entry, and then abandon it. that way, you won't have the read the boring ass entry, but you won't feel guilty for neglecting your local redheaded hippie.
we got our first chinook yesterday. and for all you people unlucky enough to live 5000 feet below here, that means 'snow-eater.' it's a giant fucking blast of wind that comes at random, and pushes cold fronts up. whee.
we were having a slumber party in casa del 108 for no particular reason (mostly cause no one ever wants to leave our room as it is), and about 2 in the morning when we were all just starting to shut the fuck up... we get assaulted by a 60 mile per hour gale. nothing brings a group of 8 or 9 half naked people together like wind. and by bring together, i mean forces to run around the room slamming windows and shit.
oh right, this is supposed to be a writing entry. right then, all 60 mile per hour distractions aside... here's some notes i should take for transferring a play to a short story, should i decide to do it again:
1) narrator change gooooooooood. especially as the narrators of my plays have a tendency of dying on me, changing to a naieve first person insignificant narrator a chance to martyr my truly beloved chars. plus, it lets me describe my true characters (jean sorcille in hours, for example) from the first person angle of another.... a very useful descriptive technique. makin some perv watch my characters makes for some good eerie passages.
2) there tends to be a lot less dialogue, and more descriptive sequences. or as some might say, a lot less talk and little more action. gigity-gigity, alright. usually good, but i found that most of my stock characters lose a lot of personality that way. when i'm editing hours, i think i'll take note to cut a little first person narrative, and add in some more lines from the Curie and Suerie husbands. They got killed the most... a righteous shame.
3) rock on, and continue rocking til you die.
4) finally, i found the plot to overtake the literary value of the story. symbols lost luster, because i kept pushing the plotline to keep the story from taking too long. it's already 15,000 words, which guess what... is probably too long. ce livre fais moi devenir tres inquiet, ya bastard. i don't want to lose the literary quality of the work, but i need to tell a rather large story. any advice, manuel?
thank you for your time, muthasuckas.
anyway, my creative writing prof has decided to use livejournal as her preferred format for our weekly journal entries, so you get treated to a bunch of writer's jibberish every friday. my advice to you is to read the first two lines of each spectacular entry, and then abandon it. that way, you won't have the read the boring ass entry, but you won't feel guilty for neglecting your local redheaded hippie.
we got our first chinook yesterday. and for all you people unlucky enough to live 5000 feet below here, that means 'snow-eater.' it's a giant fucking blast of wind that comes at random, and pushes cold fronts up. whee.
we were having a slumber party in casa del 108 for no particular reason (mostly cause no one ever wants to leave our room as it is), and about 2 in the morning when we were all just starting to shut the fuck up... we get assaulted by a 60 mile per hour gale. nothing brings a group of 8 or 9 half naked people together like wind. and by bring together, i mean forces to run around the room slamming windows and shit.
oh right, this is supposed to be a writing entry. right then, all 60 mile per hour distractions aside... here's some notes i should take for transferring a play to a short story, should i decide to do it again:
1) narrator change gooooooooood. especially as the narrators of my plays have a tendency of dying on me, changing to a naieve first person insignificant narrator a chance to martyr my truly beloved chars. plus, it lets me describe my true characters (jean sorcille in hours, for example) from the first person angle of another.... a very useful descriptive technique. makin some perv watch my characters makes for some good eerie passages.
2) there tends to be a lot less dialogue, and more descriptive sequences. or as some might say, a lot less talk and little more action. gigity-gigity, alright. usually good, but i found that most of my stock characters lose a lot of personality that way. when i'm editing hours, i think i'll take note to cut a little first person narrative, and add in some more lines from the Curie and Suerie husbands. They got killed the most... a righteous shame.
3) rock on, and continue rocking til you die.
4) finally, i found the plot to overtake the literary value of the story. symbols lost luster, because i kept pushing the plotline to keep the story from taking too long. it's already 15,000 words, which guess what... is probably too long. ce livre fais moi devenir tres inquiet, ya bastard. i don't want to lose the literary quality of the work, but i need to tell a rather large story. any advice, manuel?
thank you for your time, muthasuckas.