ACT I Scene 1 a bland windowless office. Behind a moderately sized desk, a GENERAL THADDEUS CLOD is seated. On the desk is a stapler a stack of files and a telephone. The General is reading over an applicants resume. After a quick read through he pushes the pager button on the phone. GENERAL CLOD […]
The Lemon Salesman and Other Truths about my Writing
Jackson Pollock described the word ‘artist’ as “…the man who is building things, creating [and] molding the earth. Whether it be the plains of the west, or the iron ore of Pennsylvania. It’s a big game of construction, some with a brush, some with a shovel, some choose a pen.” I chose the pen. But […]
Scumbag Blues (Creative Act 1: Redefinition)
Have you ever read Hills Like White Elephants by the great, dead, Ernest Hemingway? It’s a short read, four pages long and it’s about this unnamed couple that sub-textually talks about the abortion the woman just had. And of course Hemingway does it with his name brand POV style of staying as far away from the character’s brains as […]
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