Original Character Can Be Family, Too… Right??

Would it be too much to consider an original character a “relative”? I don’t really have much of a relationship with other family outside of immediate relatives, like my mom and aunt (who lives in the Bronx) and older brother (who I don’t have much of a relationship with anyway). Cassandra, a character I have … More Original Character Can Be Family, Too… Right??

Howl at the Moon

“Follow your inner moonlight; don’t hide the madness.” – Allen Ginsberg I kinda feel the above quote applies only to those brave enough to wear their heart on their sleeve, because that’s what’s somehow required to produce quality or, at least, decent writing. Or anything involving creativity. I’d like to assume I somewhat follow this … More Howl at the Moon

Non-Fiction Is My Bag

It’s a mix, really, but being the somewhat nosy person I am, I usually go for nonfiction reading, mainly bios and autobios. I’d rather hear (or read) of experiences straight from the horse’s mouth than from outside sources. Which explains why I subscribe to Vanity Fair. While it’s basically a high-class, luxurious version of People … More Non-Fiction Is My Bag

Excess Baggage

Yes, the title is based on the movie with Alicia Silverstone and Benicio Del Toro. Now, on with the post… I would assume the quote in today’s prompt applies to those who already have too much/too little of everything and find themselves on the other side of the tracks. People who have very little may … More Excess Baggage

My Happiness Radar Is In Disrepair, But On The Path to Getting Better

Not sure I or anybody qualifies to answer this question, me specifically because I tend to attract emotionally and mentally devastated people. I must be that way… emotionally, mentally devastated, I mean. Yet it’s funny how many of us, including myself, judge those who may genuinely be having a good day or any happy moments. … More My Happiness Radar Is In Disrepair, But On The Path to Getting Better

When Memory Throws Curve Balls During A Monologue

There was a situation where I was in an off-off-Broadway production named “Something Outrageous” in/near Times Square. I was assigned a monologue where my character griped on about the difficulties of dating. My group (one of two) did two performances, and on the first night, I managed to start the monologue. Then I froze. My … More When Memory Throws Curve Balls During A Monologue