The day was a fine one, the sort of day where one hears birds chippering and twit-twitting about, the sort of day where one feels the easy breeziness of the spring season. Fair blue skies above and a gentle sun peeking curiously from behind tufts of fat white clouds begged for long walks and the…
Other Voices, Other Rooms – An Excerpt Through the Eyes of Idabel
This was my final assignment for an English class I had last year. It's an excerpt of Truman Capote's Other Voice, Other Rooms through the eyes of Idabel. The assignment was to rewrite a scene of thenovel through another character's point of view using details specific to that scene. I've been meaning to go back…
On Personal Writing
A bit of my old persona, the Angry Young Man, has seeped back into my consciousness. This time, it's about my writing. You see, I've reduced the volume of personal writing that I publish here. Byand large, it is due to the fact that I've come to hate just how self-absorbed and self-indulgent personal pieces…
Reflections on a hot day
"Do you think we'll get there by eleven?" I asked. "Yeah, if there's no traffic," he said hopefully. I liked him. Livery drivers mostly arrive in a Lincoln Town Car. Usually, it'sa glossy black. Sometimes, it's white (I think those are ugly). But today, I was riding in a nice SUV. They normally cost…
Progress on a work in progress
Remember how I said that I used my screenplay as a blueprint for my novel? Well, that screenplay was never finished. I first started it in order to enter a contest that I was made aware of as my positionas founder of a screenwriting group on Facebook. The idea of having a real shot at…
