What Shall I Write?
03/23/2006
PS: <> Rambaldi was here.
Ahhh….back in the days when Alias wasn’t such a mess. It’s a beautiful mess right now but definitely not the glory that was the first two seasons. I liked the other seasons, but the first two would have laughed at the mediocrity that is the show now. There are flashes of brilliance here and there but…it’s still not the same. Oh, Sydney Bristow…let’s hope the final episodes have that fire in one’s eye as you battle the hordes of evil in a red wig.
Anyway…
I wanna enter that Hyphen writing contest, but of course, the evil that is writer’s block is currently afflicting me. I wouldn’t mind submitting ‘Only Time Enough to Die’ again…but I wrote that story about five years ago now and I want to write something new. So now it’s time for some free hand thoughts as I try out some concepts and see if I can come up with anything original:
The evil that (other) cats do: A three legged warrior cat stands retired as he believes that the evil he defeated in his younger days is vanquished. But things are afoot and now, he’s unsure it was indeed put away. What is he to do as the signs of evil return and is there anything he can do about it nowadays?
An Urban Ghost Story: An old tale repeats itself in modern times. A young man wanders into an abandoned downtown building to escape the rain, his emotions shattered as his life as an agent for the IRS brings nothing but grief. A beautiful woman befriends him but something is not completely right with her. Does if have anything to do with the androgynous tree spirit that lurks in the hallways?
Mister Almond Eyes: Edward Scissorhand’s cousin, with almonds for eyes. Will his life be as sad? And how can he see with almonds for eyes?
The Last of the Famous International Playboys: A league of men- all extraordinary in their own ways. Imagine a team comprised of all James Bonds ever portrayed. Imagine all the trouble they could get into.
Breaking In: She inherited a bass from her uncle who never learned how to use it. She has no idea how to play it either. But she looks good holding it- in fact she looks like a superstar. So much so, that when spotted by dudes from a record label, she gets signed up right away. “But I don’t play the bass”, she pleads “I don’t even know how a bass is different from a regular guitar.” Now, she has multimillion dollar contract, the record is due in a few weeks, she has no band and all her friend think she’s another sell out. But she was never indie to begin with.
Goth like us: A thirty year old man from Nowhere, Texas (population 3568 and a half)- who loves the rodeo, George Strait, saying Y’all, jeans, steaks and trucks descends into madness as slowly and surely he starts wearing all black, wearing shiny pants, spiky hair, writing poetry and listening to…Goth. The worst part? He’s beginning to like it.
The Five Pound Catterpillar: Is stuck in his chrysalis. Will he get out in time?
The Adventures of Siouxsie & the Banshees: She’s not just the Godmother of Goth and they’re not just another eighties band that grew from the ashes of punk that reunites every now and then and tours. She’s also an immortal Guardian who defends the earth from the forces of M.E.D.I.O.C.R.I.T.Y., an ancient evil bent on destroying the ideas of Earth and the Banshees are just that- Banshees whose scream resonates from their musical instruments and are powerful enough to light up ten cities and their surrounding neighborhoods. She’s also British. Guest Starring the Cure!
The Future is Evil: A descent into madness as one man whose computer still runs on Windows 3.1 tries to figure out Windows XP, why his cellphone needs to be a camera as well, and what MP3 stands for all at the same time while wondering why his car doesn’t fly yet.
The Secret Martial Arts of John Wayne: A man unfortunately named after a cowboy actor also just happens to be the last know practitioner of a kung fu so powerful, the simplest stance can destroy the world. He’s also prone to exaggeration.
Why is there a Black Hole in the middle of my head? : A man with a zit on his forehead finds out it’s a black hole. Is there anywhere he can run to without things getting sucked in? And why is it that someone was able to take a picture of him when even light can’t escape the gravity well that is his cranium?
Heaven is a place on earth: Seven strangers find out it’s not.
Marshmallow Peeps in Hell: Easter is fast approaching and bird shaped marshmallows known as peeps have to figure out which level of their hell is worse. Exploding in a microwave or being eaten by slimy, dirty little kids who don’t brush their teeth afterwards? We all know the answer to this: Being eaten by a slimy dirty kid who doesn’t brush their teeth afterwards AND being spit out and then exploded in a microwave. Does a peep have a chance? Seven peeps in a box hurry to figure out. Does the peep shaped like a dog have the answer?
A million stories for the price of one: Two writers compete with each other as each tries to finish their story first. One problem: They both have no idea what to write about.
Hmm, that’s enough for now…now comes the hard part. Trying to figure out which to write about if any. How about a contest to my loyal readers…if there are any. Let me know which concept deserves to be expanded to a full fledged short story…or submit a concept for me to expand upon. If I choose your concept, I’ll give you co-writing credit and I’ll do all the hard work. If you’re reasoning on which of my concepts is cool enough that I write my story because of it, I’ll name the lead character after you. Imagine a peep named Big Louie.
I wish I could give out cash prizes. But I have no cash.
I spent it all on DVD’s yesterday.
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http://www.myspace.com/catterpillarboy
http://catterpillarboy.blogspot.com/
PS: <> Rambaldi was here.
Ahhh….back in the days when Alias wasn’t such a mess. It’s a beautiful mess right now but definitely not the glory that was the first two seasons. I liked the other seasons, but the first two would have laughed at the mediocrity that is the show now. There are flashes of brilliance here and there but…it’s still not the same. Oh, Sydney Bristow…let’s hope the final episodes have that fire in one’s eye as you battle the hordes of evil in a red wig.
Anyway…
I wanna enter that Hyphen writing contest, but of course, the evil that is writer’s block is currently afflicting me. I wouldn’t mind submitting ‘Only Time Enough to Die’ again…but I wrote that story about five years ago now and I want to write something new. So now it’s time for some free hand thoughts as I try out some concepts and see if I can come up with anything original:
The evil that (other) cats do: A three legged warrior cat stands retired as he believes that the evil he defeated in his younger days is vanquished. But things are afoot and now, he’s unsure it was indeed put away. What is he to do as the signs of evil return and is there anything he can do about it nowadays?
An Urban Ghost Story: An old tale repeats itself in modern times. A young man wanders into an abandoned downtown building to escape the rain, his emotions shattered as his life as an agent for the IRS brings nothing but grief. A beautiful woman befriends him but something is not completely right with her. Does if have anything to do with the androgynous tree spirit that lurks in the hallways?
Mister Almond Eyes: Edward Scissorhand’s cousin, with almonds for eyes. Will his life be as sad? And how can he see with almonds for eyes?
The Last of the Famous International Playboys: A league of men- all extraordinary in their own ways. Imagine a team comprised of all James Bonds ever portrayed. Imagine all the trouble they could get into.
Breaking In: She inherited a bass from her uncle who never learned how to use it. She has no idea how to play it either. But she looks good holding it- in fact she looks like a superstar. So much so, that when spotted by dudes from a record label, she gets signed up right away. “But I don’t play the bass”, she pleads “I don’t even know how a bass is different from a regular guitar.” Now, she has multimillion dollar contract, the record is due in a few weeks, she has no band and all her friend think she’s another sell out. But she was never indie to begin with.
Goth like us: A thirty year old man from Nowhere, Texas (population 3568 and a half)- who loves the rodeo, George Strait, saying Y’all, jeans, steaks and trucks descends into madness as slowly and surely he starts wearing all black, wearing shiny pants, spiky hair, writing poetry and listening to…Goth. The worst part? He’s beginning to like it.
The Five Pound Catterpillar: Is stuck in his chrysalis. Will he get out in time?
The Adventures of Siouxsie & the Banshees: She’s not just the Godmother of Goth and they’re not just another eighties band that grew from the ashes of punk that reunites every now and then and tours. She’s also an immortal Guardian who defends the earth from the forces of M.E.D.I.O.C.R.I.T.Y., an ancient evil bent on destroying the ideas of Earth and the Banshees are just that- Banshees whose scream resonates from their musical instruments and are powerful enough to light up ten cities and their surrounding neighborhoods. She’s also British. Guest Starring the Cure!
The Future is Evil: A descent into madness as one man whose computer still runs on Windows 3.1 tries to figure out Windows XP, why his cellphone needs to be a camera as well, and what MP3 stands for all at the same time while wondering why his car doesn’t fly yet.
The Secret Martial Arts of John Wayne: A man unfortunately named after a cowboy actor also just happens to be the last know practitioner of a kung fu so powerful, the simplest stance can destroy the world. He’s also prone to exaggeration.
Why is there a Black Hole in the middle of my head? : A man with a zit on his forehead finds out it’s a black hole. Is there anywhere he can run to without things getting sucked in? And why is it that someone was able to take a picture of him when even light can’t escape the gravity well that is his cranium?
Heaven is a place on earth: Seven strangers find out it’s not.
Marshmallow Peeps in Hell: Easter is fast approaching and bird shaped marshmallows known as peeps have to figure out which level of their hell is worse. Exploding in a microwave or being eaten by slimy, dirty little kids who don’t brush their teeth afterwards? We all know the answer to this: Being eaten by a slimy dirty kid who doesn’t brush their teeth afterwards AND being spit out and then exploded in a microwave. Does a peep have a chance? Seven peeps in a box hurry to figure out. Does the peep shaped like a dog have the answer?
A million stories for the price of one: Two writers compete with each other as each tries to finish their story first. One problem: They both have no idea what to write about.
Hmm, that’s enough for now…now comes the hard part. Trying to figure out which to write about if any. How about a contest to my loyal readers…if there are any. Let me know which concept deserves to be expanded to a full fledged short story…or submit a concept for me to expand upon. If I choose your concept, I’ll give you co-writing credit and I’ll do all the hard work. If you’re reasoning on which of my concepts is cool enough that I write my story because of it, I’ll name the lead character after you. Imagine a peep named Big Louie.
I wish I could give out cash prizes. But I have no cash.
I spent it all on DVD’s yesterday.
________________________________________________________________________
http://www.myspace.com/catterpillarboy
http://catterpillarboy.blogspot.com/
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