“The thing to do, it seems to me, is to prepare yourself so you can be a rainbow in somebody else’s cloud… I may not dance your dances or speak your language. But be a blessing to somebody. That’s what I think” – Maya Angelou.
We are going to have to wait AGES for Guardians of the Galaxy Vol. 3,but here – in the groovy sector of the blogosphere – you don’t have to hold out too long for Vol. 3 of those Fantastic Beats.
Love the way this blogging platform allows me to insert music into my fiction – to evoke mood, or enhance the wow factor. Sometimes, however, an irresistible, uproarious tune will pop up, but its deliriouslydistracting vid prevents it from inclusion – here, all the best examples have been presented.
Besides, it seems like an eternity since the frivolous and frenetic dancathon that was Fantastic Beats Vol. 2.
Hey, DJ Brad, you ask, where do we begin?
What better place than @ the beginning?!
Detroit, to be exact. During the ’80s, when house music appeared, the much rougher sound of techno music also emerged; one of its pioneers was Jeff Mills. After all this time, he is still experimenting with various kinds of infectious beats. Recently – to my sheer delight – he has incorporated strong sci-fi-vibes into a more ambient direction of his work.
Just the other day we stumbled across this zany vid to a fave old skool classic – what a swell buncha’ fellas!
No disruption. No damages. Just dancing. Delightful.
But why the masks for dancing in the street, amigos?
If you’re worried about getting nabbed for “social disorder” then, blazes, Brad should’ve been put behind bars long ago, by Jove! 😉
“In these science fiction stories – even against enormous odds – people still feel the urge to go on, to discover… I understood it wouldn’t be easy to materialise some of these ideas slightly beyond the dance floor in electronic music. Actually there’s quite a lot of resistance against changing or using music in other things” – Jeff Mills.
This following track can be found on Mr. Birken’s own YouTube channel, which is – as the neighbours can attest – visited every day.
As far as we know, he even compiled the vid himself!
Actually, the original Drvg Cvltvre track is kinda meh, but add aPaul BirkenRemix and – WAHEY! – it is transformed into a stupendous stomper:
“The only thing that you have that nobody else has is you. Your voice, your mind, your story, your vision. So write and draw and build and play and dance and live as only you can” – Neil Gaiman.
For the next tem, it was a case of looking for a cool vid, and decent sound quality. One fine example initially slated for this next spot has been taken down.
No worries: regularly listened to this stylish stand-by whilst writing fiction @ our Southeast Asian retreat a few years back.
Sandwell District was the sensational – albeit short-lived – collaboration between DJs Function and Regis (who is one of my faves).
The video is the short film: Tunnel of Love (1977) featuring Tamara Beckwith and Edward Tudor Pole.
Mesmerising…
“Never give a sword to a man who can’t dance” – Confucius.
“Variety is the spice of Bradscribe,” as they say.
It’s not all about bompity-bompity–bomp records one after another here.
Fantastic beats can be found across many diverse musical genres. Besides, you never know what you’re going to get on this site, but it’s best to prepare yourself for gorgeous grungy gems such as this next item.
Many thanks to the Transexual Swiss Rebels – yes! Them again – for reminding me of the rich cultural heritage that is African-American music:
“Nature is so powerful, so strong. Capturing its essence is not easy – your work becomes a dance with light and the weather. It takes you to a place within yourself” – Annie Leibovitz.
It would be interesting to learn what inspired Steve Hillage – legendary frontman of 70s psychedelic rock band: Gong – to make the transition to techno music by the 90s. He has adapted to it rather well, for how about this for fusion: never seen/heard anyone else playing electric guitar over electronic dance music.
If one could attend one more music festival, then it must have System 7 on the bill. Mr. and Mrs. Hillage have gained a reputation for being one of the best live acts in the land.
As you can see here, this vid was shot in the living room @ Brad Manor (hence the belly dancers):
Get on the good foot, Loki! 😉
“Towards the end of the 80s, when Acid House exploded, we felt, you know, we had found our new musical home… and we just thought: we’ve seen the future! This is gonna be fucking massive, man! Electronic! Dance. Music. Eureka!” –Steve Hillage.
Twenty years ago, coinciding with my giddy times @ university, the Tresor label (based in Berlin) brought out some of the most snazzy techno tunes, a lot of which helped me plough through some particularly difficult – or just unbelievably dull – essays.
Discovering YouTube eight years ago helped me to delve into the scintillating back catalogue of one of that label’s most innovative lights: an excitable – and highly enjoyable – bunny known only as Brixton.
Reckon a DJ just stands there, fiddling with a Roland TB-303, a Roland TR-909, or whatnot?
Trust Brixton to put the LIVE into live set!
And remember: if at first you don’t succeed… just dance!
Cheers!
“What just happened? Please tell me nobody kissed me…” – Tony Stark.
Your Spoilers – They’ll HaveTo Wait Outside! We Don’t Want Their Kind Here!
“Ryan Johnson’s movie has a sense of humour about itself and a sense of joy, but its emotional generosity, even in the midst of all the extravagant green-screen work, is its best special effect” – TIME Magazine.
“I felt a great disturbance in the Force, as if millions of voices suddenly cried out in terror…
“I fear something terrible has happened.”
You betcha!
Only the terror manifested more in the unwelcome form of spite and bitterness – there has been a Starkiller-sized amount of hate for VIII over this past weekend alone.
Truly, we waited on tenterhooks for two years for... THIS?!
Okay, Star Wars: The Last Jedi is NOT terrible, but, alas, it is not great either.
You will be relieved to know that – unlike the barrage of bile foisted upon IMDb over the last few days – this review will refrain from descending into an expletive-laden rant.
Unlike other episodes on the big screen, nobody cheered, nobody applauded, as the goosebump-inducing score broke out, or the legendarytitle scrawl began trundling upscreen…
Hello, methinks, quite a different Star Wars movie is unfolding here…
“And, as for Luke, Hamill comes into his own here with a very intelligent and sympathetic portrayal of his great character. Luke is now part Prospero, part Achilles… potentially the great magician or teacher on this island, ready to induct Rey into the Zen priesthood of the Force” – The Guardian.
The biggest gasp in the auditorium did not go to the – admittedly awesome – praetorian guard fight, nor towards the surprise appearance of a dear old friend on Ahch-to (arguably Last Jedi’s most charming scene). No, as the opening space battle gets underway, the very first First Order officer we see on the bridge is played by none other than Ade Edmondson!!
My non-British blogging friends might like to know that this cult fave star appeared in a few classic BBC TV comedy shows during the 80s. To see him here was extraordinary, but, immediately, alarm bells started ringing.
Uh-oh, they’re gonna play this for laughs – unfortunately, this proved to be precisely the misguided and cringe-inducing case as a thoroughly underwhelming first act ensued. There are certain lines that should never be uttered in the Star Wars galaxy – “Let me put you on hold” (?!) should NOT be one of them, by Jove!
Amidst all the much-maligned New Hopisms of The Force Awakens, the trio of new characters: Rey, Finn and Poe were mostwelcome, and refreshing additions. Here, none of them, frustratingly, were allowed to develop any further.
The only thing to strike me about Holdo is that she looked all dressed and coiffured ready for Canto Bight, not saving the Resistance.
Laura Dern?! As an Admiral?!
Come OFF IT… That absurd premise turned out to be more hilarious than anything “General” Gleeson managed to spout…
And “Captain” Phasma…? Soz, but that was the moment Brad blinked…
With the Asian cinema market larger than ever, it was just a matter of when, not if, a character like Rose (Kelly Marie Tran) would appear in this franchise. Personally, she gabbled too fast, so none of her scenes could be followed. No matter, by the time she had become miraculously embroiled in the shoddily “written”derring-do, my attention had well and truly drifted.
Speaking of cringe-inducing: by far the weakest – certainly most useless – sequence takes place on Canto Bight.
A cosmic Monte Carlo might be more suitable for crap like Valerian. But notStar Wars, for cake’s sake!
“We seem to be made to suffer. It’s our lot in life… …”
On a positive note, however, it was fabulous to see the lovely – and still feisty – Princess (sorry) GENERAL Leia again – thankfully, watching Carrie for the very-last-time proved not to be the emotional slog one had expected. However, one particular scene glided past 😉 that elicited a few sniggers in the darkness around me.
My time and patience was also saved by Adam Driver, who managed to bring some much-needed gravitas as perpetually-petulant-teen-with-ridiculous-mask: Kylo Ren.
And Chewie!
But then again, despite his instant-classic “Roast Porg” scene, this weary Wookie had – as feared – too little to do.
More sketches with those delightful, albeit dotty, “Caretakers” on Ahch-to would have cheered me up.
Most of all, though, it was great to catch a powerful and moving performance by Mark Hamill as Ireland’sliving legend: Stragglybeard, Lord Of The Grumpy Teatsqueezers.
“The Last Jedi ranks with the very best Star Wars epics by pointing ahead to a next generation of Skywalkers – and, thrillingly, to a new hope” – Rolling Stone.
Mercifully, this instalment is not as atrocious as the universally-reviled prequel trilogy, but still lags several parsecsbehind last year’s Merry Sithmas Special: Rogue One.
Disney – obviously – were too preoccupied with designing those cute critters: porgs, crystal foxes and whatnot – and all that blasted associated merchandise! – to worry about the inconsequential stuff. Such as story structure and a cohesive narrative, etc. etc.
And what is so Supreme about this Leader?
Deeply disappointed.
After being so intrigued by such a potentially-menacing figure, and wanting to know more about his origins/history, here (in his snazzy golden dressing gown) his “character” is – shamefully, almost embarrassingly – barely onscreen long enough to frighten us, let alone fascinate us further.
Snoke is a joke! (And like this film’s other “light-hearted” moments: simply not funny. And doesn’t deserve to be.)
Similarly, our fascination surrounding Rey remains almost-painfully unresolved. Amounting to nuthin’, this simply splutters out as the most annoying non-event ever.
And Brad grows tired of asking this so it will be the last time: how did Maz find Luke’s lightsaber?!
Oh, never mind…
Not only do these unsettling anti-climaxes remain unsettled, but the way we all got psyched up and brainstormed out for NOTHING (partly inciting the extreme antipathy that has clogged up the internet these past few days) has brought me to the brink of indifference. And a complete, crushing state of apathy towards Episode IX, or – Sith forbid! – a whole new trilogy by Rian Johnson. It’s as if he didn’t BOTHER to watch The Force Awakens. Or, at least, consult JJ Abrams’ notes…
Whilst pondering whether to discuss Spoilers in this Review, let me conclude by stating that this whole bally venture felt like it spoiltjust about everything that makes the Star Wars phenomenon so stupendous and awe-inspiring.
The most memorable moment of this particular viewing experience happened to be the severe cramp.
After two and a half hours, all feeling in my right leg had gone. As the last dude stuck in his (plush, velvet, Edwardian) seat after this evening’s performance of The Last Jedi, a young attendant – black eyeliner, black lipstick, rings and studs protruding from the most unlikely places – came to check on me.
After explaining my predicament, whilst rising awkwardly to my feet, she chortled:
“Yer jus’ gonna ‘avta FORCE yerself, darlin’, he he!”
Honestly!
What IS it with Brad and cheeky Goth girls?!
She noticed me grimace at the endless end credits.
“I know!” she complained. “Absolute blooody roobbish, innit?! I ‘avta put up wiv this three times a day fer the rest o’ the week!”
Ah yeah, your job really sucks…
“Anyways, enough abahtme – what did YOU think of it… …?”
Green Greedo: “I’ve been looking forward to this for a long time.”
Han Solo:“Yes, I bet you have...”
“When I read VIII, I told Rian, ‘I fundamentally disagree with virtually everything you’ve decided about my character’,” Mark Hamill said before embarking on filming Star Wars: The Last Jedi.
Although Mark swiftly changed his mind and had a blast resurrecting the character with which he will always be associated with, immediately, this statement turned out to be the most worrisome aspect of this latest instalment. If it was “shocking” for Mark to read what Rian had written, then how is it going to make us feel?!
Personal reservations about new characters and contentious plot developments for established characters – not to mention unease concerning where the last two episodes will lead – have somewhat lessened the eager anticipation which so many fans have revelled in and blogged about these past few months.
Nevertheless, it is thrilling to have NEW Star Wars magic within our grasp once more and, obviously, both of you are itching to read what this first generation fanboy has to say about it, so, away we go…
“It was incredible! The perception of these films is that they’re all planned out on a secret sheet of paper in advance, but that’s just not the case. I wasn’t given an outline of where it goes or even a list of things to hit. It really was just, ‘Okay, what’s next?'” – Rian Johnson.
“Who is Luke Skywalker now?” asked Rian Johnson as he set out to fulfil a dream and write the script for Star Wars: The Last Jedi.
“I grew up with an idea of who Luke was, so the real question was why is Luke on that island?Luke’s no coward…so there must be some reason he’s there that makes sense to him. That was the first nut to crack. The seed for the whole story was inside that shell. I just had to get to it.”
Caught up with Looper (2012) earlier this year, to get acquainted with Johnson’s directorial style. Fortunately, it is an intelligent and fantastic time travel SF thriller, and assured us that Star WarsVIII looked to be in more-than-capable hands.
From a certain point of view, The Force Awakens was great fun, even though, yes, we didn’t need the rehashed New Hope tropes of another Death Star and “vital information” placed in a droid-unit etc. etc. Unfortunately, the film’s main hindrance lay in JJ Abramsdirection. Solo’s demise seemed inevitable, but the whole confrontation between Han and Ben sorely lacked the dramatic heft it deserved.
And although John William’s score was suitably moving as Rey clambered up Skellig Michael to find Luke, this pivotal sequence still looked too bland. This former Archaeology student realised the problem – he instantly recognised the location. Add an extra planet in a sky that maybe should have been tinted a wildly different colour. Maintain the impression that we are indeed in a galaxy far, far away and not just off the coast of Ireland, please…
Also, savour again this classic, endearing moment from The Empire Strikes Back:
“Where’s my boyfriend? I like that Wookie” – Maz Kanata.
Let’s face it, Chewie would have stampeded up those Skellig steps faster and more enthusiastically than Rey – not mope around outside the Falcon! Half-expected him to do so, as well! How long is it since he last saw Luke?! Besides, he had just lost his scruffy-lookin’ best buddy, but Abrams NEVER allowed him the screen-time to grieve!
Would not be surprised to discover that our fave Wookie will be similarly underused in The Last Jedi.
Come ON – let the Wookie scene-steal!
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Thankfully – judging from early reviews, this movie seems to be a positive upgrade, but just poses so many questions:
Will Rey turn to the Dark Side?
Will Kylo learn the difference between right and Ren?
Will General Hux really get the most laughs?!
Will this episode answer ANY of these questions (and plenty more too innumerable to type)..?!
Hello… …?
“Episode eight… gosh…The first film didn’t even have a number…” – Anthony Daniels.
“It’s the first time I’ve been on set not yet knowing what the character’s gonna look like. I mean, talk about secrecy!” – Andy Serkis.
For me, it has reached the point where speculation surrounding “Supreme Leader” Snoke supersedes everything else,including that other Starkiller-sized mystery of the galaxy: Rey’s parentage. There is an overwhelming urge to suss out who this creep is – and where he came from.
Presumably, he is very ancient, very powerful. One thing is certain:thename is bogus. Has to be.
In The Force Awakens, listening to characters as diverse as Leia and Nux saying “Snoke” with a straight face was something else.
However, does the REAL villain of this Episode lurk elsewhere..?
It is telling that Rian Johnson has mentioned how Snoke is the (ahem) snokescreen for where the true drama – and shocks – lie…
The above poster is included here to emphasise the following point. Notice here how Luke is bathed in red: traditionally associated with the Empire. With evil. Also, see how large he looms, as Vader used to do on the OT posters…
Dark Side or not, what intrigues me the most about this episode is learning additional details about the background story of Luke’s quest for the first Jedi temple, and how he lost his padawan – his nephew – to Snoke, thus compelling our hero to retreat in shame(?) to a remote sector of the galaxy.
Tell me, OLD Luke, what brings you out this far… …?
“Oh baby, would I love to play my own evil twin…! We could watch this guy undermining the good guys secretly, maybe even killing a supporting character… And then, of course, the good Luke shows up” – Mark Hamill.
“Are they puffin-like? Are they pug-like…? One, in particular, befriends Chewie. I won’t spoil it, but if you think the ones you’ve seen in the trailer are cute, you have not seen anything yet” – Neal Scanlan.
Difficult to see, the plot is.
When you consider how Star Wars is now Disney property, it’s all too easy to fear the worst. Your correspondent, regrettably, can see it now: Jedi Master Luke and his plucky porg posse break into Snoke’s Throne Room.
Epic lightsaber duel ensues.
(Hopefully it will NOT be as inspid and seven hours too frickin’ long as that soulless saber-swingfest from Episode III).
Just when the Leader looks to be too Supreme for his own good(bad?) Luke extends his robot hand and Force-propels Snoke back; at the last minute, the villain trips over a wall of porgs, and – like Maul and Sidious – hurtles to his doom down one of those expensive, albeit superfluous, CG-chasms.
Later, as the hangar explodes and disintegrates all around them, and they must go their separate ways, Porg Chief Berni Two-Socks (voiced by Joseph Gordon-Levitt, of course) looks up with those ubercute oversized black eyes, tears a-swellin’, and chirps:
“Gee, Mr. Luke, not bad fer a Longshanks! The boys are gonna miss ya, an’… aww shucks, Ah’m-a gonna miss ya too…”
Trust me, there will NOT be a dry eye in the (full) house…
Uff, typical Disney fluff!
On second thoughts, methinks mayhap this grizzled ol’ nerfherder should DELAY his trip to the local popcorn parlour this week. And wait to be seriously disappointed in the comfort of his own Sanctum Sanctorum when XIII starts “streamin’ on Nitflex” (or whatever the younglings call that dashfangled gogglebox-contraption)…
“The Last Jedi felt more visceral. The first film felt like a dream” – Daisy Ridley.
Before hitting Publish, it would be fitting to finish with a nice little anecdote from – oh yes – a long time ago when ONLY TWO Star Wars movies existed, but for me and my gang of mates, we were just DAYS away from the release of Return Of The Jedi.
At the time, a British magazine called Voyager – concentrating on movies, model kits and space/astronomy news(!) – published an invaluable article discussing The Genesis Of “The Star Wars.” Reckoned it would be a great service to proclaim that instead of three movies we could – one day – enjoy all NINE episodes of The Journal Of The Whills.
They all looked at me as if Admiral Motti had just dissed The Force.
Bumfluff growled and hissed bitterly: “Jeez, Brad, you’re so full o’ Bantha doo-doo it’s unreal!”
True story…
It would also belovely to round off this post by stating that as we all prepare to watch The Last Jedi, it’s nice to know that Bradwill be having the last laugh.
But will it – can it – really make for a joyous cinema experience? Yet again, yours truly just can’t bring himself to describe how difficult ’twill be to sit through the late, great Carrie Fisher’s last-ever screen performance.
Definitely, there are grim tidings ahead. Having lost Han Solo in VII, we must prepare for Leia’s fate in this episode, but also – although one does not like to dwell on such disconcerting matters too much – Luke will probably not see the end of IX…
WAIT a moisture-farmin’ minute here…
What if Luke gets killed off in VIII?!?!
What ELSE can account for Mark’s misgivings and the “considerable risks” rumoured to have been taken by Rian with this far, far away material?
Who else has a bad feeling about this?
We must be cautious…
Breathe. Just Breathe… …
“What a piece of junk!” – Luke Skywalker.
How fitting that Episode VIII should be released in the year of Star Wars’ 40th Anniversary.
Is it really FORTY YEARS since the world we thought we knew changed forever…?
“…A script arrived on my dressing table. When I opened it and found that it was science fiction I thought: oh crumbs, this is simply not for me…
“The dialogue was pretty ropey, but I had to go on turning the page… That is an essential in any script…” – Alec Guinness.
Are You Prepared To Stand Up And Fight The Battle Between Write And Wrong?
“The first sentence of every novel should be: ‘Trust me, this will take time but there is order here, very faint, very human'” – Michael Ondaatje.
Since the last ‘Scribe Post, Brad has committed murder.
What, again?!
Well, yes.
No matter how you look at it, that particular devious miscreant had it coming.
Does the fact that he was NOT human lessen the shock…?
Truly, as writers, we are Lords Of Our Own Creation(s).
We have conjured fantastic worlds before dinner, despatched heroes on fabulous quests before teatime, even created and – oh yes – killed off the most groovy – or garish – character(s) during the midnight hour.
Forgive me for the prolooooonged absence, but this hapless cake-scoffing fool though it would be a blast – ha! – to shut himself away within his Sanctum Sanctorum, participate in the whole NaNoWriMo thing, and, mayhap, attempt to rectify the minimal progress made on MY OWN NOVEL recently.
By Jove, what a discombobulation!
Unbeknownst to me, the whole horrendous cavalcade dwindled into something moreinfuriating than the lousiest Transformers movie, AND got tougher than any holiday camp…
Barely got out of November with life – and sanity – intact.
As that other writer named Brad said: “we should be continually jumping off cliffs and developing our wings on the way down.”
Aha!
That would explain why my snidely-regarded intuitive brain seems smashed to pieces and my legendary ripped bod feels absolutely shattered.
So, released this Post (still took too many days to get back to this Bradform!) to reassure you that Brad is STILL HERE, but – by Aquaman’s quindent! – only just…
“There are three rules for writing a novel. Unfortunately, no one knows what they are” – W. Somerset Maugham.
Just two Summers ago, the itch to write a novel struck me. But which one?
TWO choices lay before me.
Should it be that futuristic noirthriller concerning bounty hunters? Or should it be that historical mystery tour inspired by the local medieval studies recently preoccupying my working hours?
In an ingenious twist – as deft as some of the greatest plotlines in SF history – an easy solution presented itself = combine BOTH into one unprecedented framework. Thus, The Monastikon Chronicles emerged. Brother Brad hunts the unearthly wraiths, who infiltrated 12th century English society in human guise. To read how this concept came to be, see here; to follow how chapters of my novel are developing, see here:
The first week of NaNoWriMo began encouragingly enough – filling in some narrative gaps; fleshing out some peripheral characters promoted to more vital roles; as well as finally dealing with one mischievous monk (not the first, but will he be the last…?) who turned out to besomething completely different…
So far, so groovy.
The third week, however, was spent wondering where in blazes did the second week whizz off to at such an incredible rate. Bah…
And the last week of November?
Mymain concern focussed on trying not to pass out at my desk…
Actually, by this stage it had got to the point where not a single coherent sentence could be formed, let alone any powerful passages of pulsating prose be produced – so what bare modicum of creative faculties remained were plied instead into sketching until December mercifully rolled into view…
But nevertheless, to experiment with language.
Twist and turn the imagination. Then slip and slide it in other directions.
Conjure the most bizarre characters and let them perform the most unexpected actions.
Traverse the plot in totally, radically,unforeseen directions.
Let the material run RAMPANT. It is, after all, MY novel!
To plungeheadlong into all the above opportunities?
How could one NOT resist?
Such strenuous mental endeavours exercised (exorcised…?) at a daily rate? For one month?
Yikes, not the piece of cake one thought it would be.
Anyway, same time, next year, then?!
“I should flamin’ coco!” as Billy Shakespeare ‘isself was wont to say…
“Practice any art, no matter how well or badly, not to get money or fame, but to experience becoming, to find out what’s inside you, to make your soul grow” – Kurt Vonnegut.
Yay, another completed (and legible) BradscribePost – after too many weeks, it doesn’t seem possible, does it?
Hark!
We can just about hear someone clapping nervously in Row Z…
WHO CARES if this blog is doomed NEVER to receive more than 200 Followers?
NEVER MIND, Bradknew from the start – FOUR YEARS ago(!) – that he was never going to be No.1, or considered among the “best,” or most popular bloggers out there, but even so…
The novel has stalled in the same way that the blog posts have slowed:will ANY readers show up to read my stuff…?
Having made no progress with several rudimentary Posts this past fortnight – could not even compile that Post entitled: No Justice For Brad! (discussing why the Justice League movie would not even get a cinema visit, let alone aBradscribe Review!) – plus, the immutable low and discouraging state of my Stats, it got to the point: should Bradscribe be discontinued?
No need to make this “crisis” into a drama – these low spirits should be attributed to low energy, nothing more.
Ultimately, in what has proved to be a physically and mentally trying eighteen months for yours truly, these past few weeks turned out to be a most welcomebreak – a chance to recharge.
Now is the time to rebound!
Brad may not make a difference, but he’ll certainly make a scene. Or three.
Just keep on pressing Publish, and if HARDLY ANYBODY wants to read, then so be it…
But surely, writing an unread piece of work is far preferable than never to have toiled and troubled to produce one at all…right?
WRITE!
For all of you who may have struggled with NaNoWriMo last month – or those of you who have wrestled with writer’s block – this, my friends, is our Anthem:
“You want the reader to remember. You want her to be changed. Or better still, to want to change…
“Never forget that a story begins long before you start it and ends long after you end it. Allow your reader to walk out from your last line and into her own imagination. Find some last-line grace. This is the true gift of writing…
“Your last line is the first line for everybody else” – Colum McCann.
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