Showing posts with label Sucking. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Sucking. Show all posts

Wednesday, 24 December 2008

Disaster! But I got my money back...

My writing this month has been a total disaster! It's pretty obvious to anyone who reads my attempts at poetry that I clearly don't have the talent for it. But that hasn't stopped me from keep trying all month long. I've attempted to do Red October as an epic poem. It started quite well but I got stuck where I always get stuck. Trying to move Jodie Summers from one location to the next.

Any kind of movement is proving tough to write in verse. I probably should do more reading. But I can't be bothered. Which is why I fail so much. I'm too lazy. I need to get my arse into gear in the new year and do more reading. I have loads of books that I haven't read yet. Many of them I purchased quite recently. I spent another £42 on Amazon on buying improving lyrics/song-writing because I thought I wanted to do a musical. I had lots of great fantasies about it (and still do). I still have the load of poetry books that I brought that I still haven't go around to reading not mention plays as well which I half-started.

I'll keep plugging at it for sure. I don't intend to give up just yet. There's nothing else I want to write at the moment. I have thought about going back to comics and had some interesting fantasies about them but they burn out after a few hours and I back to thinking about being a poet. I'll have to try harder at poetry than at any other medium. It's bloody tough. I can't do this half-arsed like I usually do. I need to really put the effort in. That in itself is hard too. I've become so lazy that it going to take a miracle for me to snap out of it. But I have to force myself. Another year is nearly over and I only finished two plays. A total disaster.

I honestly thought 2008 would be MY YEAR. But it hasn't turned out to be that way. I was plagued by indecisiveness and poor concentration. I'm still indecisive but the concentration has got slightly better although I can't write poetry for more than an hour. So it's slipping again. The only person who can get me famous/successful is ME! I have to try much, much, much harder next year and throughout the remainder of this year. Time is running out for me. I can start by doing more reading. I need to set aside specific times for reading. And STICK TO IT!!!

I got my money back which was stolen from me. It turned out to be more than I thought. They nicked £630 from me through card skimming. I've spent most of that now. Unfortunately. I've down to a mere £472. It'll probably to continue to get lower. I fear I may run out of money sometime next year if I don't cut back on my spending habits. I became ill on Thursday with a sickness bug. I felt terrible. But it's cleared now just in time for christmas.

HO HO HO!!

Thursday, 3 April 2008

Been lazy

I haven't written Tuesday or Wednesday as I was feeling tired. I reread what I had written with Public Enemy and I came to the conclusion that it was total shite. So I'm feeling deeply depressed. I have cried a few times and given some thought to what I should do.

I've decided to abandon Jodie. And instead write my other favourite character Prodigy. But she is so versatile that I can't decide what to do her as. Detective, Vigilante, Messiah, Mercenary etc. She works in just about anything! So I have so long hard thinking to do. I want to write comics. I really do. But I find the whole thing incredibly hard. I don't know why though. Maybe it's because I'm just an untalented idiot.

I tried a vigilante novel today called The Hunter. Which stars Prodigy as the lead character. But it didn't go well at all. I am just to obsessed with writing comics at the moment. But I suck at them. Well, I suck at pretty much every form of writing. I am really, really upset. But I decided to buy some books to see if they could help me. I brought PANEL ONE and PANEL TWO that features top comic scripts by writers.

I'm hoping that I can learn from them. I'm hoping that seeing how other writers write their scripts could help me. I hope so anyway. But I won't get my hopes up.

Wednesday, 26 March 2008

Public Enemy Graphic Novel, Page 3

Here's the third page from my spy-thriller Graphic Novel: (starring my favourite character Jodie Summers)


PAGE THREE: (3 PANELS)
PANEL ONE

SIDE ON VIEW. Jodie sprints across the street. WE'RE about half-way across. Another alley-way just out of sight to the left. WE CAN SEE down the street. And mostly importantly the city-backdrop. There are hundreds of tall, glistening, depressing SKYSCRAPERS. With that odd DOME SHAPE at the top. And a nice needle rising high into the blackened air.

Jodie continues to PUFF, PANT and WHEEZE. Her PSG-1 slops from side to side in tune. The FULL MOON is dead center in the chilly-sky. A few clouds here and there, but the sky remains clear. Jodie's running over the sewer-grate. HAZY-STEAM swallows up her young-legs.

CAPTION
"This city stinks. Why did I ever move here? I was much happier in Great Yarmouth. Quiet, little seaside resort. Where everyone knows your name. Heaven."

PANEL TWO

BEHIND SHOT. Jodie dashed up the alleyway that's now in SHOT. WE'RE still at the beginning of it. To the LEFT-HAND SIDE is a broken, rotted wooden fence. Pieces of wood are missing from it. Some have half-collapsed. Graffiti has been spoiled onto it. Random slogans: FX, PRODIGY, 3:16.

Through the gaps in the fence WE CAN SEE overgrown grass that looks almost dead. It's a very dull GREEN-COLOR. There's a shopping trolley dump on it, as well as other heaps of household waste. To the RIGHT-HANDS SIDE is a building wall. It's covered by SOOT, DIRT and GRIME. There's chips in the brickwork.

A cracked set of concrete slabs that have spilled OIL on them lead up the alleyway. There's two METAL-TRASH CANS with the lids missing, and flies buzzing round the overflowing garbage. Also some BLACK-RUBBISH SACKS that have been dumped by them. Maybe there's a split in one where some trash creeps out of.

CAPTION
"Look at this city. How'd it get so bad? Do people round here just not care? Are people these days just too lazy to clean up?"

PANEL THREE

A SMALL PANEL skewed on the end. WE HOLD the same SHOT. But Jodie's disappeared up the alleyway. She's a mere shadowy figure now.


No matter how hard I try. It just seems to suck. :-(