Long Hollow

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Realtor, writer, blogger in Austin, TX

Category: Back to School

  • Never Give Up…Never Surrender

        There's that old saying…"an uncluttered desk is an uncluttered mind"…or something like that. It must be true because last night I stayed up late sorting through the pyramids of paper on my desk and serving bar (that's where the mail and all the extra stuff I pull out of my purse and work bag lands), sorting and tossing accordingly, and whaddaya know,…

  • Acting Up – A Night in Vegas

        Last night I was drunk in Vegas, getting suckered in by a sidewalk hustler, even putting my football team on the line. I guess I should make it clear I was playing a part in my classmate's screenplay, having a blast getting into this middle-aged pushy tough guy character. I had two other parts to read,…

  • The Day After

    You know how, when you start a new workout, or add something new to whatever you're already doing, and the next day you can feel it…you can feel those new muscles screaming in pain when you walk up the stairs, bend over, or even sit on the toilet…and even more when you try to stand up…

  • Is Longhollow in Narnia or Oz?

        According to our friend's GPS program, our house doesn't exist. No matter how he typed in our address…"Adrian Way", "Adrian Boulevard"…it said there was no such place. I knew we lived in a beautiful place…even magical at times…but I guarantee it's not Narnia or Oz. Our mail gets delivered, for goodness sakes. Granted, it's put in a…

  • With Classmates Like These…

    …my screenplay will either withstand the ripping critiques and emerge an award-winner, or crawl away to the 'to-be-shredded' basket. The few pages I submitted are still way down the line on the reading list, but as they get closer and closer to the front, I'm getting a feeling similar to what it might feel like in…

  • Living

        "The friend who can be silent with us in a moment of despair or confusion, who can stay with us in an hour of grief and bereavement, who can tolerate not knowing, not curing, not healing, and face with us the reality of our powerlessness, that is a friend who cares." (Henri Nouwen)         I wanted to go to a funeral…

  • A Week of Surprises, Struggles, Celebration, Sorrow

        This has been one of those odd weeks that has zoomed by and yet simultaneously seemed to last forever. Weather-wise, it started with fog, which made way for ice, but ultimately the sunshine won out.     Emotion-wise, it's been a week of highs and lows as well.     At the end of the week, like a glowing beacon, a…

  • The Truth According to Kafka

    WARNING: THIS POST CONTAINS SOME UNJUSTIFIABLE WHINING.        "Sidney, uh, how many pages do we need to have done by next week?"    "Oh, just enough to get an idea of the main character, get to the first turning point, so, say twenty or thirty?"    (gasps from several of us.)    "Come on, people, this is a writing class – you…

  • I Miss READING

        I miss reading just for fun, what I want, and for as long as I want. Right now there are twenty more pages of the third (partial) screenplay I need to read and critique before tomorrow night waiting for me on the kitchen table, and then I need to work on my own, but I needed a…

  • Intimidation Breeds Success (I hope)

        For the first time in about twenty years, I don't feel out of place, age-wise, in a classroom. I'm about average, in fact.     Skill-wise…that's different. There are about a dozen of us in this screenwriting class – actually a workshop – and last night as we went around the circle introducing ourselves and describing our…