October 2010
Screenwriting Tip #412
screenwritingtips:
When the scene you’re writing is boring even you, don’t just push on. Delete it and write the interesting version of the scene.
Also handy advice for life in general.
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allisonjputnam:
i believe the next step in this work is transparency. so I need all your bubblewrap, saran wrap, gels, non-opaque liquids, glasses, glasses, tape and windows.
send me all your windows
Send her all your windows.
September 2010
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“How many times have people taunted me because of a color that I had on or how...”
– Kanye West, in XXL’s cover story
“I’m Kanye West.”
Going to try that sometime. “I’m Kiri Mack-Hansen.”
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One Page Every Day: I lean against the wall while... →
onepageaday:
I lean against the wall while we talk, crossing my arms across my chest then shoving my hands into the pockets of my jeans then moving them back across my chest. My head faces you, but my eyes move quickly, stopping to focus just beyond either side of your head. Your smile is genuine and warm, mine is nervous, shaking at the edges. My mind is incredibly aware of every little...
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ohheylife-deactivated20110809 asked: would you rather be madeline or eloise? why?
Anonymous asked: Do you like magic?
Anonymous asked: What makes you get up in the morning?
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Grizzly Bear & Victoria Legrand - Slow Life
A...
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Dreamend - My Old Brittle Bones
@ohjawbone sent...
NME: You must have been offered cocaine as The Smiths became more and more the classic rock 'n' roll band?
Morrissey: "I never heard the word mentioned, ever. More's the pity, ha ha."
NME: Never on tour?
Morrissey: "No, not at all. I went back to the hotel every night with a tangerine."
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“It may be the case that my afflictions of mood and temperament cause me to be...”
– The Fry Chronicles, Stephen Fry. (via streebgreeblings)
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gripefruit asked: boxers or briefs?
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The Morning Benders - Fools Rush In (cover)
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More and more of what I write begins with a memory or remembering. I can’t help it in all of this sunlight which spills into the corners of hidden streets and alleys and saturates the air with its radiant heat and both reveals and blinds. When it goes away at night it seems to happen all at once, the twilight is minimal, and the darkness is that of a closet whose door has just been shut. An...
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