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During the Time of Shadows

Posted in • Wood Dickinson Sites, Book, Faith, Fear, God, Hope, Monsters, Robin Randle Stories, Trees, Writing with tags , , , , , , , , on 01/02/2014 by wooddickinson
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Black Tower

I was closing on the tower.  It was round with a pointed roof cap a good four stories above me.  It was completely black but not like dirty stone streaked with ages of dust storms and polluted air, no it shined in the tepid moonlight reminding me of obsidian.  No, it was obsidian and the glass surface was covered with ancient words.  As hard as it was for me to believe, the tower looked to be one single piece of stone carved into this shape.  As I approached, it loomed overhead emitting black like the natural glass it was.  This tower had been forged in the heart of a volcano and born perfectly formed just for this purpose.  The writing had been etched with painstaking accuracy onto the tower’s glass surface then fused with a power that made the words glow with light.  Different colored lights passed through the letters as they gave power to these ancient words.  This language was born deep in the mists of my memory.  It was when the ancient gods of the chaos had laid their plans to hold power over all creation.  These words were as old as the wretched seven words of pure magic.

Energy streaked around the tower first in the color of white lightning but then fading to blood red giving way to a pale blue glow.  These sparks of lightning shattered the night as they wove the wicked north wind that was leaving my hands numb.

The trail played out near the base of the tower.  I wanted to keep my distance from the wretched object but that wasn’t happening.  I couldn’t imagine touching this horror.  I found myself in awe of the hopelessness held by this monstrous bit of Wormwood’s handy work.  The wind had taken on the bitter smell of almonds and the frigid air swirled around me like snakes, crushing me with the power of a language I could no longer understand.  It was spinning the terror of the unknowing.  The terror of this tower’s unknowing.  This tower should not be.  Yet, here it was.  I had to do something to get away from this freakish, malformed cold.  I could only hope this chaos wasn’t living inside the tower as well.  I forced my feet into an awkward stumble as I made my way around the tower’s base only to fall face first onto the ground of the redwood forest.  As I spit dirt and pine needles from my mouth I forced myself to get up off the molding ground.  It was then I saw it.  A problem designed to pull the last bit of hope from my heart.  The doorless opening for the tower was a good fifteen feet above ground level.  I just had to be short right?

Words like the ones on the tower

Words like the ones on the tower

Up too Late on Christmas Eve

Posted in • Wood Dickinson Sites, Book, Clouds, Color, Faith, family, God, HDR, New York City, On Writing with tags , , , , , , , , , on 12/25/2013 by wooddickinson

FlyLast night I went to see Frozen with two of my daughters. Got home about midnight a bit wired so I sat down and wrote and edited on The Robin Randle Stories. Next thing I know it’s 3 AM! Wow. Now today I’m still working on Robin’s little story but need to call it a day. It is Christmas.

The update is, Robin’s getting close to finished. Some of the transitional scenes near the end are giving me fits but hey, that’s what writings all about. Right? Never give up, Never surrender. You just keep going till the damn thing’s beat you to death! By the way, this photo here is one I took flying to New York in 2005 I think. Just found it and it spoke to me. Post production time on this photograph, three hours. Just sayin’. Oh, and if you want to be a writer, make sure pounding criticism is one of those things that doesn’t bother you.

I wish everyone a wonderful Christmas. Let the light of God’s love shine in your heart.

Peace…

Where I’m At

Posted in • Wood Dickinson Sites, Fear, Hope, Humility, Love, Need, On Writing, Trees with tags , , , , , on 12/14/2013 by wooddickinson

eco-friendly-signChristmas looming and I’m still back in October. I just get stuck there every year. I love days in October when the wind is blustering about and stirring up leaves and making a mess of the world. It reminds me of my mind. Those days late in October when large quantities of leaves come down from the trees like rain I’ll just sit on the front porch to work soaking up this rare kind of day. I smile at all the folks that seem moved to rake up all these fallen leaves as fast as possible. It’s like that chaotic mass of little multicolored objects all scattered across the yards, piling up in the corners of our world and creating nesting places for the brown recluse spider are just too much of a reminder how little control we have.

We like to believe we are masters over this earth, capable of bringing this mighty planet to its knees when the truth is everything and I mean just about anything going on inside and outside in our lives; is out of control. Chaos is part of the natural order of things and who are we to disturb that beautiful chaos of fall thinking that when the yard is all cleaned up, every leaf tucked away in its eco-friendly bag set out at the curb on Monday as yard waste for the trash pickup fellows, that we are any closer to order in our lives than we were before all that effort was spent.

We are fairly powerless really where just about everything is concerned. My advice is not to worry about the external trappings of life but rather seek the internal peace that comes from living a life where paying it forward, humility and quiet are the norm.

As an artist it’s in those quiet moments that I just might possibly glimpse a bit of what’s real in the universe.

peace..

PS – the free tip of the day: After you’ve written a part of your next great american novel, use a program on your computer to “speak” it to you. Listen closely and you’ll be amazed how hearing the writing lends an amazing perspective and an opportunity to fix all those nasty little writing quarks that drive editors (and readers) nuts. Remember, these are stories and stories are meant to be heard.

 

The Touch

Posted in Art, • Wood Dickinson Sites, Faith, family, Fear, God, Home, Hope, Humility, Kansas City, Love, Need, Poetry with tags , , , , , , , , on 11/06/2013 by wooddickinson
like a whisper
my hand plants in yours

unaware

scared you’ll pull away. 

no I pull, no risk, can’t risk

when you sleep sometimes, I steal a touch,

placed my hand upon your back
but
only for a moment.
 
sometimes you reach out to me
take my hand
 
I feel life unfolding like a breath
knowing it will be gone soon.

what is it that makes your touch so powerful?

only you

it holds me in fear and awe,

i wish for it

that you will snuggle toward me in the night
needing me

like air.

11/5/2013 – fairway, kansas

Creative Writing with the Crimson League

Posted in 100 in 365, • Wood Dickinson Sites, Book, Feature Film, Fine Art Photography, renegade pictures with tags , , , , , on 08/30/2013 by wooddickinson

I have a guest blog on the Creative Writing with the Crimson League published 8/30/13. Thank to Victoria Grefer for the opportunity.

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Posted in • Wood Dickinson Sites, Need, Road Trip, UNL with tags , , on 04/26/2013 by wooddickinson

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Where should one start when writing a screenplay?

Posted in • Wood Dickinson Sites, Book, Feature Film, Telly Awards with tags , , , , , on 11/28/2012 by wooddickinson

I came across this question on Quora:

“I have  all these ideas in my head just waiting to be written. I have a broken plot line and can picture some of the  scenes. I just can’t seem to start it. Every way I do it seems wrong. Should I reorganize my thoughts first? Am I looking at it the wrong way? What should I focus on when writing the first draft?”

There is no ONE right answer to this so here are some of my thoughts – Having written scripts (some even made into movies) the best place to start is 1) define the central conflict 2) write character studies for main characters 3) decide what in act 1, act 2, and act 3. The Avengers is a good example of the 3 act film (screenplay). Act 1 defined the central conflict to be resolved. Act 2 (most of a screenplay & the movie) is about the question: Can I (the protagonist or in this films case, a team of protagonists)  find it within myself to do what needs doing to save the day or will I just fall apart? This is man vs himself. In act 3 of Avengers the unified team goes after the bad guys and come out on top. The meat of the story is always in act 2.

Visit http://www.writersstore.com.com and buy “Story Engineering: Mastering the 6 Core Competencies of Successful Writing” maybe it will help. Buy a copy of Final Draft 8 for writing. Rule #1-There is no one right way to do this. I have outlined, created beat sheets, on and on. Rule #2-Write the story first. Make it 1 page or 100. Even more (ugh). Shorter the better. Remember 1 script page is equal to 1 minute of running time. (90 page script is a 90 minute movie) Rule #3-Research and research and when your done research some more. Fiction or bio pic. For software I like Contour. Great for getting ideas down and not letting you forget key elements.

You will need a ONE SHEET (the movie in a page) and a log line (the movie in a couple of sentences) if it isn’t doable then the script won’t work. And last but not least REMEMBER Rule #4-The director will direct the film not you so leave out all the directorial comments and stick to key elements. Oh, and Rule #5-Write every day! Good luck.

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