Tuesday, November 2, 2010

Feet In Movies And Tv

"Ah, well" this

Forse dagli scrittori non ci si dovrebbe aspettare discorsi moralistici. Forse oggi per farsi ascoltare bisognerebbe dire qualcosa di controcorrente, qualcosa che vada contro la morale imperante e in senso opposto al mainstream.
Quindi se oggi dico che ho la nausea per quello che accade sono un moralista o vado controcorrente? I am an apocalyptic or integrated?

The question is very simple: I am concerned about the dramatic lowering of the threshold morals of this country. Bizarre, right? I am a journalist, I should have a fair amount of hair on my stomach and cheap cynicism in his veins. I am also a writer and "The Corruptor" I told sexual blackmail politicians before they become daily news. So I should not see anything new on the horizon if not what I imagined, thanks to that one day someone had to define the'innata ability of authors to narrate some events before they happen. "

But what I see me sick. I especially nausea a leap that has become a panacea for all the scandals and crimes of the country daily. I
nausea the "ah, well ...".

Someone has to work on Sundays regularly drunk, collapsed on the desk and helps with zero degree (but at least 14 percent alcohol!) To the welfare of the company (and therefore also to yourself), but nevertheless takes home a substantial Sunday? "Ah, well, but that's a lost cause. Leave him alone, poor thing"

A boy of twenty delivers a punch to a woman of thirty and causes 'unintentional' death? "Ah, well, if she was asking for it, because if you go behind someone who does not know who and the slaps and kicks and insults, then you should not be surprised if what you spring a Papagno and sends you to another world "

A gang of madmen slaughters a taxi driver because he has invested a dog?" Ah, well, but in that area there will happen even worse "

A prime minister says a diplomatic incident by dancing to a policeman to make a stop for a minor theft?" Ah, well, but that he likes women What's wrong? Marrazzo was better than that with trans. And then you want to put what he has done for the country? "

Ah, well ...
I am reminded of one of the most famous quotations from an extraordinary film: fifth power. "I'm pissed off black and all this does not take this anymore!"
I would scream too, but I know it sounds like a promise that I would not be able to maintain.

Monday, October 25, 2010

Clip Kates Playground

still take it 18 days to delivery for the great act Third

Even writers have deadlines. Or do you believe that one is put there to create his work and then the door pretty good editor for publication ? Perhaps there is still someone who does, but if you work with a major publishing house, the kind that publish hundreds of titles, you can not submit the manuscript and the smile on lips and hope to publish it three months later. No, it is managed well in advance by officials literary and editorial director together determine what is the best time for the release of the novel and set the timing a series of nice flags: date signature contract delivery date first version, the first review date, date first draft, then draft and final delivery date ... go! The output library.
My deadline is in 18 days.

When I signed the contract I made with a certain arrogance: He was giving me a lot of time to write the new novel. A lot of fear for the parameters of the journalist agency, that when one starts writing a column does so with the awareness that had to be ready two hours before. But that
lot of time has shrunk to a handful of days. Eighteen, to be exact.

I'm not a bad way. They are really the ultimate rush, I miss the last chapter and I know - or at least I think I know - where it going to end my new story. I was very diligent and I wrote constantly, without ever losing the thread of the narrative and with a penalty from athletic preparation.
just that many things have happened since then, first of all to promote responsible drafting NewMedia , In the last three and a half months I took ten hours a day at the agency. But I started going to work by train and this has allowed less than 100 minutes per day of total immersion in writing. Every day, just took place, I turned on the iPod faithful , the ' HP EliteBook 2530p and I am isolated from the rest of the world. Fifty minutes and fifty minutes to the return leg of pure writing, nothing that could be distant. And my brain must have been so used at the scheduled time that if I was not planning to write began fingers itch for the desire to pass on words on words on the keyboard.

But comes the time where you have to devote himself entirely to writing. so now I know my characters well can predict their every move - on this thing a bit ' Pirandellian sooner or later we entertain - and I know where the story has to land. So I took a week off to stay at home and bring the ship into port.

It 's a good feeling: a merciless downpour outside the window, a good coffee on your desk, Musicovery set to a right channel and an old, soft plush Old Navy him.
E. .. my God who wants to write!