No, this isn't about my Randy brain COO-COO style issues... I'm looking for an internet writing workshop of some sort.... I cant get my fiction off the launching pad... I dont want to hang it up because there ARE stories in my head... I write constantly in my head... I will see something out in the world and my brain will being writing the story... I cant even stop it from happening...so add that to the fact that my eyes constantly see potential photographs and that I am constantly writing music in my head and you should get some idea of the resulting traffic jam in my cranium...

But I need to get a bit more proactive with this... Does anyone know of some good sites for writers?

Especially for writers like me who are paralyzed in their efforts to put something down on "paper"?

Thanks to everyone who has been by here to support yet another little dream of mine.

4 friggin weeks since I have updated this thing.

Am I here to post writings?

Nope.

Will I this weekend?

Maybe.

Ok. I'm gonna try, but my fiction muse packed up and went to Juarez, apparently.

I'll be back.

Thanks to those who came and read and showed some interest. Sorry there has been very little here to read.

Peace,

Randy

So the the two boys decided to.....

Um....

Oh, Um.....

SHIT!!!!!

The old town of Tallassahatchie hid itself under a dreamy veil of fog that had settled into the Coosa River valley once again, like so many early Spring mornings of the deep south. From the vantage of the two boys who sat high upon a rocky ridge, where they looked sleepily down onto the scene, the valley looked as if some enormous nocturnal insect had built a cocoon of cottony white (a color and unique texture so familiar to all of true archaic southern heritage) into the valley floor, or so this was the way the more awake and talkative of the two explained his view of the scene to the other. The boy who listened sat in a tight ball, legs pulled up to form a knobby pillow for his head..... It was just before dawn, by the clock, and yet the weak light of pre-dawn could not break through the mist that would earnestly keep the fresh wet sunlight from reflecting off the gentle river, where it would have liked to reflect into the frosty windows of the antique mill by the water; the same mill where the boys were to work all day.........

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Well, I just sat here and made myself WRITE (Painful! Why??? Geeze!) and this is basically what came out.... I did go back and fix the catastrophically bad grammar and misspellings but I just sat and wrote. This isnt supposed to be a final anything.... and it might be messed up..... I don't know if this can be used or not for this, but here it is.

I started something.

I'm off to bed.

'night.

I have my storyline and I have the characters living (sort of) in my head, but I cannot for the life of me sit down and write this stuff.

I get ready and sit down to write..... and this feeling comes over me..... I get almost kind of nervous. It's hard to explain. TOO self aware of every word. I have a few things down but I have deleted them because I overwhelm myself with how the bits are going to fit into or compose the story......

BUT!

I will keep trying. Just wanted to report the delay.

The friend I do the music with for her films just goes MAD with my slow working pace composing and recording the music. I mean, I PLAY all the time and "work" on stuff nearly every day, but I listen to it over and over and then I begin to pick it apart and sometimes I will just dump the whole thing with the erase button..... hours of work gone with the push of a button. I can't bear to save it if it's not what I "hear" in my head!

My point being, I'm too meticulous sometimes... and too conscious of what I am doing.... I dont get that with photography so much and maybe that's why that's becoming my greatest creative joy.

So, Alabama Gothic is going to come in small increments with some experimental little fictional bits........

Besides, if this doesnt work out, there's always the friggin Hollow where I can write about diarrhea mackerels or whatnot.

THAT blog has completely come off the hinges!

I like it though. It's where I "play".