The other day, I was talking to a friend of mine. He has what I consider to be a unique accent. He's from New Zealand but he's actually from a rural community on the southern island and that makes his accent a little more "redneckish" and "unrefined" as he put it ( Read more... )

The world as I know it has gone through some changes in the past month. Among the three accomplishments I've managed to achieve in my short life, one is most recent and worthy of noting in my journal -- I have successfully found a Canadian producer who is currently shopping my latest (and in my opinion) best screenplay to date... and what's even ( Read more... )

The difficulty in saying goodbye is knowing that there may not be another hello. So it's with tremendous sadness that I have to say that I've lost another grandfather; a man who served his country with distinction during the Second World War. Not only was he a soldier, he was a very charitable man ( Read more... )

This damned story is taking too long to break. I'm still in treatment mode and I haven't moved the story along -- I mean, for Godsakes, Richard and Emily haven't made an appearance yet. I don't want to just cut to the Friday Night Dinner. I'd rather use Emily to push the story along. At this rate, I won't even have an outline until Monday ( Read more... )

I've recently realized that it's a requirement to set aside time for writing and to treat it as if it were a job and less of a hobby. I guess that's been my problem over the years -- I've taken my writing seriously as a hobby but that just isn't good enough. Writing needs to be treated as a bodily function, according to my employed television ( Read more... )

I've heard so many writers explain the difficulty in actually writing but never has it manifested itself so fully in my life. I need to finish my Gilmore Girls spec this week. It's absolutely necessary for my portfolio and I also need to get it out of the way so I can concentrate on a more current TV spec. I hate the idea of penning a spec for ( Read more... )

\Ha"ver\, v. i. [Etymol. uncertain.] To maunder; to talk foolishly; to chatter. [Scot.] --Sir W. Scott ( Read more... )

I thought I was dying this morning. Literally. My body ached, my throat was hoarse, my nose was plugged and irritated. Every three seconds, my body temperature was either jumping five degrees or dropping five degrees. Compounded with cold chills and hot mag-MA flashes. And the phlegm. You don't want to know about the phlegm ( Read more... )

"I think that in time the Jim Bonds are going to conquer the western hemisphere. Of course it won't quite be in our time and of course as they spread toward the poles they will bleach out again like the rabbits and the birds do, so they won't show up so sharp against the snow. But it will still be Jim Bond; and so in a few thousand years, I who ( Read more... )

I was sick last Sunday and Monday. Tuesday was a couçi-couça day. Wednesday I was throwing-up again. Thursday was worse -- I found out my gastric ulcer was back thanks to all the vomiting earlier in the week. So I'm popping like 15 Tums per day until my doctor prescribes me some Nexium ( Read more... )