In 1879, a postman Ferdinand Cheval was struck by the qualities of a random stone he tripped on while on his mail route.
I’d be remiss if I didn’t mention that this works for more than just improv and writing, it works pretty well in life too.
Where there are rough edges, there are lessons to be learned, and since this is comedy we’re talking about, I’ll follow the rule of 3.
I want to thank each and every person for every bit of it because I’m going to do my best to weave all those strands of emotion and experience into something wonderful.
What can I do in the coming month to help you say “yes, and” yourselves? Do you want a reader/editor for a story/script/article? Someone to look over a project plan/idea? An extra/actor in that short film you’re not sure how to cast to get going?
It’s been a busy week and Optional Irony drew the short straw. Lesson of life…
Nearly 3 years ago I deleted all the writing I’d done up to that point in…
Find the core of your scene and build around it, don’t panic and have plagues of locusts fly in just because it feels “too small.”
Even if you cannot remember you need to know and read here that you are someone. Hold onto that. When these facts have all faded away and you feel like stopping, don’t. Move forward.
More than a decade sitting on this one and I’m finally feeling the pull of it as being imperative rather than merely tempting.