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Tuesday, January 27, 2004



Every once in awhile I'll see a film that makes me want to finish one of the many stories in my head. I saw lost in translation Monday night, after many people had told me how great a film it was, I thought I should. I really liked it, I thought it something I would like to have done. I'm not going to review the film, I hate doing that, I am going to write a little about the effect films I like have on me, most notably the want or need to put the stories in my head down on paper. I tend to think in film, small scenes and such, as you might have noticed from previous entry's, some are bits of larger pieces, some are starter points.

Sometimes I have very cinematic dreams, such as my Paris dream. ( The I dreamt of Paris mix CD was based on this dream.) Set in the not so distant future, I saw buildings grow from seeds of nano-technology and travel across the globe become as commonplace as taking the train to the suburbs. But it was only a backdrop for an escape from life/ love story. Someday soon I will write whole story so people can read it.

I guess I should have a point to this, I will be writing more of these stories and maybe posting them, but I will endeavor to flesh them out more than I have been. I think will still write the ultra short "events" that I have been writing, but I think they will be replaced with the big stories as time goes on.

The four titles one should look for in the future at this blog;
The quiet guy or The man who died
Bobby typewriter
After ( I started it as an "event" but it's part of something bigger.)