New Look & Frenzy

New look. Nice, right? When I was changing the look yesterday to make it look more spring-y, I decided to go for a bohemian/vintage look. I do say I have achieved it. What is really cool is that it even has a writing theme to it as well. I did want to make a special header, but alas, I could not find anything I liked. 

 Well, I have decided, after about two days of consideration to do...

I was actually going to do it last year, but then, well, I had this amazing idea for a script and when it became the last week of March I realized I had no idea how I was even going to open the play, or any of the scenes in the middle, or how it would end. Basically all I had was an idea, and no plot. I supposed I could have done the whole flying-by-the-seat-of-my-pants thing, but I'm fairly certain that would have gotten me about this far.

Act I

Scene I

                                                                 (There is a stage...)

So I decided not to do it. But this year, this year I have a script that practically threw itself at me. The log line goes something like this.

Four stories interconnect as a mystery unfolds, but in reality, only one of this is actually happening. 

The idea actually come from a dream where there were a bunch of fragmented stories that in my dreamy state seemed like they should connect somehow, but didn't. That combined with a very faint idea of a play, about a radio show, and then, pow! I wrote the outline for the script in a week. 

So...despite being busier than I have in past Aprils I am all signed up and ready to go!

Another poem

Yes I'm back and despite my best effort to at least post once a week...I've failed. The idea is to write once a week about writer's block every Saturday, and if I have something else to post I post it. Fingers crossed, I'll do better. 

So yes, here is a poem I wrote. I spent about fifteen minutes on it, so don't expect anything fantastic. 

Loneliness

Is it when the room is dark?

Or you cannot hear a thing?

So blind. So still,

And life is empty with nothing to cling.

Is it lost in a crowd?

With the voices so loud?

Yet you yell and you yell,

And the people don't hear.

So you plead and you beg,

Yet no one draws near.

When you're the only one,

Or surrounded by lives.

You are all alone,

When no one hears your cries.