The old goat god sprinkled rose petals over the white flesh of the young girl. Each petal was a kiss that he dare not give her. The virgin priestess was not to be sullied. And his willpower was not to be tested. --(Spectrum 9, image by Daniel Horne.)

I spent a few hours tweaking and re-tweaking an eight page script for Creepy. I'm still not happy with the amount of exposition at the end, but there ain't no meat left on this horse to flog. I'm just gonna try and rationalize it as an homage to old-fashioned comic book villains telling the hero just why they are so evil :)

No more sci-fi for awhile, methinks. I can't wait to start the next project! One problem: too many choices! The short screenplay for a friend? Another short horror comic script? Put together more pitches? Argh.

Brick and mortal...

OSP

The old, brick buildings stood helplessly as one of their brothers burned. Grieving window shades were pulled down, and curtains closed their eyes. No sirens wailed to announce imminent rescue. There would be no phoenix from its ashes. Vampires of cold steel and soulless glass will rise in its place and slowly suck the rest of them dry, brick by brick.

There goes the neighborhood.

--(from an image in Spectrum 9, by Matt Dicke)

There wasn't an OSP entry yesterday because beer seemed more important at the time. I work a full time(ish) job that requires I get up a 4:30am, and I'm usually home by 7:30pm. That kind of schedule really doesn't lend itself to writing before or after work. The upside is that I don't always work full weeks, so I can write on days I don't work. Yesterday, I got home hot and sticky and sat down with a beer. And then the wife kindly brought me another beer. Yeah, no writing gonna get done after that. But I have today and tomorrow off, so no excuses.

Time to start the “Beta-Eden” rewrites...

Alien Sex

Today's OSP:

The wasp tickled her lips as it pollinated her mouth with the wisdom of insects. She learned to sing with the cicadas, and to politely ask the mosquitoes to not bite her. --(Inspired by the cover of Greg Ruth's art book, “52 Weeks Project.”)

Finished a script for Creepy today. For such a simple concept, I had one hell of a time getting through it. It has more exposition that I'd like and I found myself agonizing over the amount of words, something that only slowed the process down. I had to fall back on writer's advice: Don't worry about getting it right, just get it written. Once I was was able to apply that mantra, it was embarrassing how quickly it was done. You mean I could have done that 3 or 4 days ago and already been in the rewrite process right now? I ain't gonna let that happen again.

I had sent Dark Horse two Creepy pitches. They liked both, but didn't take the one I was hoping they would, but this one's a fun little sci-fi tale, tentatively titled “Beta-Eden.” I think it hearkens back to some of the original Creepy/Eerie sci-fi stuff.  Sci-fi is a bit out of my realm of practice and experience, but I love a challenge.

The One Sentence Plan

So I'm gonna give this blog thing the ol' community college try. Figure if I'm gonna go around calling myself a writer, I should have some words to show in between actual writing jobs. That might be a whole lotta words. Some of those words may be introspective silliness, but hopefully there will be some nuggets of semi-precious metal in there somewhere.

I thought I'd start things off by getting back to a writing exercise that I found very useful as a young lad. Some of you creative types out there might find it a fun little challenge. Assuming, of course, anyone is reading this. I call it “OSP”—One Sentence Plan. It comes from being told by a writing instructor to write every single day, even if it's just one nonsensical sentence. But don't be lame and write something like “This is my one sentence today;” or self-referential journal pondering like “Gosh, I with this writer's block would crumble already.” And don't cheat yourself by pulling from something you've already written. That defeats the purpose.

The key is to keep it creatively interesting. If nothing leaps to mind in an acceptable timeframe, what works for me is to pick up an art book, find an image, and write a sentence about it. Of course, you are free to write more than one sentence. I found it would eventually evolve into paragraphs, even the occasional short story. But don't worry about trying to impress anyone. Just do it, no muss, no fuss, and then move on to your other creative chores. It's kinda like stretching your back when you wake up in the morning.

I'm gonna sign off on this entry with my OSP for the day:

Roman columns stood guard against the darkness that lay pressed at their backs as he slowly made his way to the rectangle of white light that awaited him. Things scraped in the shadows, like knives on stone. Yet it was the light that made a fire of fear in the pit of his stomach.

(Inspired by the cover to the Restoration Hardware catalog that came in the mail yesterday!)