Fullscreen Writing and other

Well, I guess this post needs no explanation; the title says it all: I have (re)discovered fullscreen writing. I had dabbled with this amazing idea back during NaNoWriMo 2010, but hadn't really been hooked.

Then, last week, while forcing myself to write, I remembered. A few google searches and disappointing tries later, I found one that worked.

And let me tell you; getting your desktop to disappear is amazing. When it's just you and the words, they come SO much easier. I started writing, and before I knew it, I had written a thousand.





This is a really lame post, if you hadn't noticed. Oh well. Maybe a beautiful picture of a far-away, imaginary place will help with the lameness.

 Maybe not. My brain's fried right now. Finals are next week, I just got back from a visit to the college I'm transferring to in the fall, and I've got a fair bit of homework to do.

Oi.

Until my brains become Un-fried,

Farjag

Why Can't I Write Screenplays?

Oh, mine readers, alack and alay! 

I cannae write meself a screenplay!

Bogged down afore three pages are writ,

Caught up in th' format, lines, an' bloomin' script,

Th' images be in me own expandin' head,

But I cannae write them if I be dead,

Kilt by Courier font, a true an' deadly beast,

O' all my problems, the plot is th' least.

Arrg. Tis true. I have had at least five screenplay ideas over the past two weeks, all of them fully filmable* with the resources I and my fellow filming friends** have . But I can't write a single one of them down to save my life! The dialogue and characters are floating around in my head, shiny and resplendent mallorn leaves falling softly to the ground, but when I try to put them down on paper, all that comes out are a faded handful of crumbled remains.

It's disheartening to say the least.

Perhaps I'll just have to try writing only the dialogue out, back and forth banter, with minimal action descriptions in between. If that doesn't work, I don't know what I'll do.

I mean, I write entire novels easily! Why can't I write a short little screenplay? Annoying. Anyone have any ideas to help me in my sad state***?

*I really got to stop using alliteration so much. 

** See what I mean?

*** Oi.

Sometimes...

Sometimes you just need to escape.

Sometimes you need to lose yourself.

Sometimes you need to find yourself somewhere else.

And since escape destinations aren't exactly commonplace in Smalltown USA,

Sometimes you need a beautiful picture.

Or a beautiful painting.

Then, after a sigh and a deep breath of that adventuresome air, you're ready to dive back into the real world and all it's chaotic depths.

May your paths be blessed.


(All pictures copyright their respective owners, taken from a wallpapers app)

Listen to the Sound

Open your window.

What do you hear?

The twittering of birds on a quiet street?

The hubbub of traffic at a busy intersection?

The sawing of cicadas in the woods?

The crash of surf on the shore?

The silence of snow falling from the sky?

The moaning of the wind as it rushes past?

The murmur of folk passing on the sidewalk?

The hum of distant machinery?

I'll tell you what I hear:

All of them.

Running around inside my head like ghosts of a memory.

The sounds of all the places I've been, or seen, or heard.

And there's one more sound.

It's the Still, Small Voice of the Great Musician, spinning His melodies and cacophonies of sound throughout my existence.

It connects every sound together, weaving them into the single, unified sound that is Earth. All of Creation is woven together into this single song.

Many parts are dark and broken, shadows of what they were meant to be. Some parts have altogether dropped out of the orchestra. Some parts have tried to place themselves above the others.

But the orchestra remains, still sounding the Creator's praise.

You Have *3* New Messages

Message 1:

*Ahem*
This is Abby, calling about your blog.
You need to post some more.
Right now.
Thank you, and good night.

Reply to Message:

Hey Abby! I'll be sure to now I'm back! Keep your eyes peeled!


Message 2:

*coughs* Hey Farjag, it's TD. Sorry I haven't been commenting on all the amazing posts, but I find myself lost for words in the aftermath of your awesomeness. So, even if I don't say anything, I've been reading every single one. At any rate, come back as soon as possible. Hope to see you around the blogosphere soon! Please don't be dead!

Reply to Message:

Howdy, TD! I didn't die! And thanks for reading everything, that means a lot to me. :) Now I'm back, I hope to be posting plenty more, but you'll have to decide whether it's awesome or not. :P Catch you 'round!

Message 3:

*ahem* Good afternoon, this is Hannah. I'd like to sell you a wonderful product for your graying hair....Just kidding. ;-) I've been missing your posts! I hope you are unbusy soon, and if you are dead I will kill you. Wait, how does that work??? ;-) Just don't be dead and make it easier for all of us...

Reply to Message:

Why, thanks, Hannah! Well, if I do die now I'm back, it certainly won't be because of any graying hair! As you can see, I am alive and well, and hopefully you won't be missing my posts for very long. Expect more real soon! Later!

Thank you, everyone who left messages! I'll have to do this more often... when I leave for extended periods of time... which I hope not to... Oh dear. :P

In the Garden

In the garden silence cries soft
For the innocent has been slain
Laid to rest in the weeping stone
The earth sobs in pain

The streams laugh no more
The trees their sorrow hears
The rain has come twice again
As the heavens let fall their tears

Can the dawn even come this day?
Should we not be left in the night?
For who would care to begin
Another day without the Light?

But, hark! Listen to that sound!
And turn your eyes to the place
Where his body lies at rest
Wrapped in cloth, covered his face

See, the stone has moved!
The door has been rolled away!
And inside, no body to be found
For our Lord has risen today!

He's alive once again
Risen and glorified
Death could not hold him
Our sin's been sanctified