My next project involves physical layout for Grenademan vs the Zombies in Scribus, which is both harder and easier to use than word...it is a new learning curve and I have learned a lot due to the an excellent online coarse by the editor of GIMP magazine. The good news is that it doesn't think it knows better than I do so I can do anything with the pages including implementing some of Andrew's suggestions. The bad news is that 'simple' things like the page number have to be done manually until I can figure out how to quasi automate it. Its learning but worth it. Unfortunately, due to the 12 hours I spent fixing the sound files on the TGAW podcast archive, I was totally burnt out this weekend and unable to work on it.
Speaking of which, given the numbers on this blog at least, it sure looks like my writing on this blog and scripts are a hell of a lot more popular than the tossing grenades at windmills podcast. :D Moreover, Saved from the Circular file, the 'b side' unedited podcast about not my writing but other things was more popular too....tells me that after I finish my life goal about seven novels maybe I should stick to scripts and producing/publishing for other people and just dabble in short stories or the occasional novel...we shall see but I will give at least one good try at touring and marketing my own book (Forever West) in 2016.
Current plans in the blog include a full weekly schedule
Monday - Status/Blurbs from Rhombus, the occasional short fiction piece from the 500 or Naked City.
Tuesday - Script
Wed - Fairy Tale (also moderately popular and thus the sixth novel will likely be 8 interweaving fairy tales...)
Thur - Script
Friday - Second fairy tale
Sat - Tossing Grenades at windmill's podcast
Sunday - Saved from the circular file.
Current writing projects
-Desktop publishing for GMVZ
-Desktop publishing for Spiders in the Sugar Factory
-Proofreading for Forever West
-Cover for Forever West
-Map for Forever West
-World Notes for Forever West
-DeskTop Publishing for Forever West
-Edit Making the Demon
-Edit remaining TC Ricks Stories
-Begin writing Rhombus Ticks stories
-In November do 6th Novel, The Heliotrope Book of Modern Fairy Tales (Working title)
-Keep writing TGAW (7th novel) - need to restart
-Write three or four more poems for the League of Christmas Darkness for the TGAW Podcast
That's a lot. Right now, I'm focused on the first. Likely to have one or two writing and one or two editing and one or two desk top going at any given time.
Oh, forgot to add, looking at Jay's script for the Sentinel Chronicles, working with Greg on DADS (Sanford, not Ricks), and the 500 and Naked City....busy times. :D
I'll try to do one of these a month....
Monday, August 31, 2015
Sunday, August 30, 2015
Saturday, August 29, 2015
Grenademan Vs The Zombies - Chapter 10b
The battle for the town is in full swing and Grenademan is trying to rescue one of the four in the straights of the ....Caribean...which are totally not actually straights.
Written by TC Ricks
Sound Editing: Greyson Bergmann
Editing: Fiona Skye
Performed by Rhombus Ticks
Thursday, August 27, 2015
[Script] Unfood - Page 16
16.
There is a collective groan from the crew on the ship and
the Blob is absolutely horrified. A large group of guards
show up at the door and begin escorting passengers to escape
pods which are then ejected from the ship.
ACT 1 SCENE 6
SCENE EXTERIOR – OUTSIDE OF THE MARGARET APPROACHING THE
FATSHIP – NIGHT
The Margaret has a large sheet of tin foil draped in front
of it. It is obviously jury rigged and tied on. It
approaches the Fat ship.
SCENE INTERIOR – RADAR SCREEN – NIGHT
The Fat ship’s radar does not show the Margaret.
SCENE INTERIOR – HALL OF THE FAT SHIP – DAY
Freight opens a door onto an empty ship. He accidentally
drops a wrench and cringes at the noise. There is no
sound. He scratches his chin.
FREIGHT (WHISPERING)
Hello?
There is no sound.
FREIGHT (LOUDER)
HELLO?
Still no sound comes.
FREIGHT (YELLING)
HELLO?
ECHO OF FREIGHT
oooo....ooo...oo
Freight is fairly nervous. He wanders and sees nothing but
empty quarters. He finds the Blob’s quarters and drops the
candy bar as he has agreed to do. He gulps.
FREIGHT (NERVOUSLY)
Hello?
Wednesday, August 26, 2015
[Fairy Tale] Elowyn Wisp - Part 3
You can learn of the rules here. I felt this story deserved a title at this point. None of the members of the group suggested a continuance, so I moved it forward. A second story will occur on Fridays starting this week or next.
There were three green bands with three green men on three green rocks who each juggled three green swords. They juggled with such skill that not a one of them was cut and not a one of them broke into a sweat. Though surely flesh and blood, these three beings might as well have been automatons.
Elowyn's father watched as this marvel went on. He was reluctant to break their concentration, but he had not run into another in many days, and these folks seemed to hopefully know the answer. He was quiet for a time, hoping that they would take a break, and he could answer them. But they did not stop.
Finally, he could stand it no more, and asked, "Excuse me, but have you seen my daughter Elowyn?"
"We have not." They answered as one.
Dejected, the man sighed and started to walk off. But then he remembered what the Wren had called her. "Wait. She is also called by the name Elowyn Wisp."
The three men smiled and and sighed with such delight that their swords flew up and out to the four winds, landing upright in the ground around them.
"So beautiful." said the first.
"So wise." said the second.
"So kind." said the third.
"Yes, we saw her." They pointed to the east. "Not less than one day past."
"Wonderful!" The man said and thanked the sword jugglers and ran to the east.
For six days and six nights he walked on and saw nothing, but on the night of the sixth night, he saw six blue bands and six blue monkeys juggling six blue wands while they wore six blue hats with such skill as they put the three men juggling the three swords to shame. They did not stop, and they did not speak, but simply smiled and juggled the wands between them on the top of the six blue bands.
Again the man waited but again his patience could not abide and he asked. "Have you seen my daughter Elowyn?"
They simply shook their heads.
"Elowyn Wisp?"
The delight at hearing her name called all the monkeys to hoot and howl with delight and all their wands flew to the four winds, and thunder and lightning and fire and tides and wind and earthquakes shattered the land all about, but the monkeys did not care.
"So wise." said the first.
"So beautiful." said the second.
"So kind." said the third.
The other three nodded in agreement and said, "We have seen her. She passed by here not more than day passed. Best of luck!"
The man thanked the monkeys and ran onward.
And for nine days he continued to the east, and saw nothing. The land was bleak and soon the woods faded, and the hills turned flat, and even the wind stopped. There was nothing but bleakness as far as the eye could see, and just when the Man was despondent and could go no farther he saw a menagerie of nine bears, nine lions and nine tigers on nine gold bands each juggling nine cups.
"What is this?" the man asked wondering how such a group was gathered together, and asked them, "Have you seen my daughter Elowyn?"
They shook their heads.
"Elowyn Wisp?"
The cups went all akimbo and run on the ground, filling the land with food and plants and seas and rivers as plenty filled the world around them.
"So wise." said the first.
"So beautiful." said the second.
"So kind." said the third.
"She came by here but one hour passed" and they pointed to the east.
Heart heartened, the man ran as fast as he could after his little girl.
There were three green bands with three green men on three green rocks who each juggled three green swords. They juggled with such skill that not a one of them was cut and not a one of them broke into a sweat. Though surely flesh and blood, these three beings might as well have been automatons.
Elowyn's father watched as this marvel went on. He was reluctant to break their concentration, but he had not run into another in many days, and these folks seemed to hopefully know the answer. He was quiet for a time, hoping that they would take a break, and he could answer them. But they did not stop.
Finally, he could stand it no more, and asked, "Excuse me, but have you seen my daughter Elowyn?"
"We have not." They answered as one.
Dejected, the man sighed and started to walk off. But then he remembered what the Wren had called her. "Wait. She is also called by the name Elowyn Wisp."
The three men smiled and and sighed with such delight that their swords flew up and out to the four winds, landing upright in the ground around them.
"So beautiful." said the first.
"So wise." said the second.
"So kind." said the third.
"Yes, we saw her." They pointed to the east. "Not less than one day past."
"Wonderful!" The man said and thanked the sword jugglers and ran to the east.
For six days and six nights he walked on and saw nothing, but on the night of the sixth night, he saw six blue bands and six blue monkeys juggling six blue wands while they wore six blue hats with such skill as they put the three men juggling the three swords to shame. They did not stop, and they did not speak, but simply smiled and juggled the wands between them on the top of the six blue bands.
Again the man waited but again his patience could not abide and he asked. "Have you seen my daughter Elowyn?"
They simply shook their heads.
"Elowyn Wisp?"
The delight at hearing her name called all the monkeys to hoot and howl with delight and all their wands flew to the four winds, and thunder and lightning and fire and tides and wind and earthquakes shattered the land all about, but the monkeys did not care.
"So wise." said the first.
"So beautiful." said the second.
"So kind." said the third.
The other three nodded in agreement and said, "We have seen her. She passed by here not more than day passed. Best of luck!"
The man thanked the monkeys and ran onward.
And for nine days he continued to the east, and saw nothing. The land was bleak and soon the woods faded, and the hills turned flat, and even the wind stopped. There was nothing but bleakness as far as the eye could see, and just when the Man was despondent and could go no farther he saw a menagerie of nine bears, nine lions and nine tigers on nine gold bands each juggling nine cups.
"What is this?" the man asked wondering how such a group was gathered together, and asked them, "Have you seen my daughter Elowyn?"
They shook their heads.
"Elowyn Wisp?"
The cups went all akimbo and run on the ground, filling the land with food and plants and seas and rivers as plenty filled the world around them.
"So wise." said the first.
"So beautiful." said the second.
"So kind." said the third.
"She came by here but one hour passed" and they pointed to the east.
Heart heartened, the man ran as fast as he could after his little girl.
Tuesday, August 25, 2015
[Script] Unfood - Page 15
CONTINUED: 15.
FREIGHT
Give it to me.
BLOB hands Freight the schedule.
BLOB
The timing is precise. You will
get only one shot. Still
interested in taking the job?
FREIGHT
(beat) Yeah. I’ll take the job.
ACT 1 SCENE 5
INT – INSIDE OF THE FAT SHIP BLOB’S QUARTERS.
The Blob gazes left and right around shiftily. He wakes up
in the middle of the night. He slowly gets up, trying not
to make any noise and wake his room mate. He carefully
takes out a lighter and raises it to the fire
extinguisher. He lights the lighter.
An alarm sounds through out the ship. The BLOB raises his
hand and smiles with triumph.
BLOB
YES!
SHIP’S CAPTAIN (V.O.)
Attention crew, it has come to my
attention that someone is trying to
start a fire on the ship, probably
in some misguided attempt at a
distraction.
BLOB suddenly appears very worried and scrambles to put the
fire out.
SHIP’S CAPTAIN (V.O.)
Now, normally I’d be willing to
take a change that this was merely
a filthy lie and simply let you all
asphyxiate but since most of you
are ’VIP’s’ merely because you are
rich, I’m obliged to follow the
proper protocol in this
instance. Which means that we’re
going to drop your sorry asses down
on the nearest planet and let the
ship drift for the next ten
months. Surprise!
Saturday, August 22, 2015
Wisdom Lust Sloth
Naked City is a literary venue in Atlanta with five minutes and a single word theme. Here are three of those pieces.
Check out this episode!
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