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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…
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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…
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I know, I know…I deserved it. You looked the other way during that first…and second…batch of cyclops cookies, and when I had Rudy's BBQ brisket, turkey, AND sausage at the church Christmas party. You even ignored the fact that I skimped on some of my workouts. I took your generosity for granted. I got greedy. I tasted all…
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It's time to get serious. (Well, passed time, but it's too late to dwell on past mistakes.) This weekend I'm writing at least twenty pages of screenplay, come hell or high water. I have to – they're due this week and it's obvious I don't have enough self-discipline time during the week to work on it. I've…
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For the past few weeks, my mind has skipped back and forth from the present to the late 1800s…I've been separating my great-great-grandfather's memoir into fluorescent colors – green is his life from his first step across the Red River into Texas, through the Indian Wars and his cowboy days; orange takes over during the Civil…
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Today is my friend Howard's birthday. I have no idea how old is he, except that he's older than me. Everyone I worked with at the chemical plant was older than me, at least for the first half dozen years. (Here he is at a shift picnic back in 1980…look how young he is and…
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Maps are of time, not place. Maps show not only where we're headed, but they show us where we've been. Without them we would not only lose our way, but our past as well. No, I didn't write that. I stole it from the home page of the Save Texas History link from the Texas General Land…
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I had to grab my gloves and insulated jacket for my walk with the dogs this morning. Another wave of winter rolled in from the north last night. This one was serious – it dropped into the forties! (That's winter in Texas, y'all…) Of course, with the help of the sun, it was back up…
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