Ever wonder about life in a futuristic moon colony?
No? Why not? Get a fantastic example of writing for animation here.
Benalax needs to find the secret to human tastebuds to make the perfect cheese, and forced vegetarian chef Nu’Kard dreams of making a veggie dish that tastes like meat. Can they work together to solve their problems?
Today, the 10th edition of Full Sail’s literary journal was released, with
THREE SUBMISSIONS…
…featured by yours truly!
You’ll also notice that my oft-times partner in crime, Victoria Elizabeth, was featured in there twice! Hooray us!
If you want a copy for yourself, you can download the attachment here:
http://media.fullsail.com/LMS/facdev/Aviator10.air.zip
(This is an application, so it will launch when you click it.)
Can’t wait ‘til number 11 when my next two are published!
a funeral pyre was set for me,
amidst the dark and briny sea
against the stormy background’s woes,
and listless wind’s enchanting throes-
I lost the bet and lost a life,
(sacrificed the stitch for strife)
it’s not if any death will do,
you must be thorough, through and through!
called a name amid the crowd,
but lost the spindle to the shroud,
smashed their smiles and ran along
the battlements adorned in song-
in every truth there lies a lie,
and hopelessness that ambles by,
when twinkles fail to glisten soft,
the flesh that bleeds in time forgot,
if ever there was love in sin,
(and ravagement to wander in)
it’s in the telling, not the tome,
if death should choose to come back home-
Sometimes, amazing things happen!
I recently wrote a blurb on here about how I was going to have five of seven submissions published by my school’s art and writing editorial.
One of the submissions that was rejected was the joint project of a poem, which was co-written by myself and the fantastic and gah-geous Tori Webster! If you want to check out her eternally optimistic blog, go here:
http://victoriaelizabethann.com/blog/
Tori had recently undergone some issues in her personal life, and came to me asking to help her create a cathartic poem. When it was done, we liked it so much, we decided to put a ring on it.
We were initially disappointed in the rejection from the editorial, but we didn’t give up much hope, and Tori had the brilliant idea to submit it elsewhere, and, drumroll folks, the results just came in: It’s being published!
I’m certainly glad we didn’t give up on it the first time!
We’ve both been working really hard to make sure that we’re grounded into the writing industry before we graduate school this fall—in case you didn’t notice, there’s a giant calendar on both of our pages—and this is just another exciting turn!
Now, if I could only hear such glowing news back about my query, I could literally pee my pants in excitement.
Good things may come to those who wait, but better things come to those who work towards their goals.
Yay!!!
Anyone else having success with their writing work? Do share!
Whose got two thumbs and a bunch of pieces being published?
This girl!
I just got an e-mail back from The Aviator, which is my school’s art and writing editorial! They let me know that of the seven pieces that I submitted, an astonishing FIVE have been selected for publication! Three in the upcoming issue, and two in the following one!
I love having my work published!
Go and get it!!! :D
By Nolan P. Smith-Pastrami Nation
This is it, today is the day!
Agent 88 is available for 8 days on Chill.com for…you guessed it, 88 cents!!
The action pilot, by Director Digger T. Mesch, Producer Jan Utstein-O’Neill and starring the amazing Kay D’arcy, had a greatly successful Kickstarter campaign to see it’s way into creation. Today marks the day of the digital release, and to mark the occasion, you can get the episode for the bargain price of 88 cents! It is available at https://chill.com/agent88.
Today on CBS This Morning, Digger, Jan and Kay were featured for this momentous release. Check out the video below!
Make sure to follow all the Agent 88 goodness on Facebook at https://www.facebook.com/Agent88Films and online at http://www.agent88films.com/
Because they wouldn’t call the doctor
For the 730 flight
And they said that she’d be fine if she just
made it through the night
the white pills make you sleepy
but the blues will help you wake
when you’re dreaming of a future
without the need for an escape
it’s a curious concussion, ingest the baby,
make it grow
superlative or not, will tell you
all you need to know
its not the dying, or the living,
its just the waiting in the line
its in knowing that tonight
the alcohol will make it fine
and they take and eat and shit
until they’ve bitten off your hands
and at the stroke of midnight
you get the list of their demands
porcelain or poison-mix the cup and
drink it down
because this scream is faintly dreaming
belladonna in the crown
and your teeth will all be useless,
and your skin will go away
and your eyelids will be heavy
when you’re dressed in your decay
but the curtain never closes,
it just lifts its head and sighs
because the tide of the illusion
is just a waking lullaby
I recently submitted a query, and I’m nervous as hell.
One of the SCARIEST THINGS about submitting a query is the waiting. I cannot even begin to tell you how long I stared at that word file on my computer before I finally decided to do it and just send it.
Why is querying such a scary thing? Imagine that you are a shy, introverted individual and in groups of people, you tend to get a little panicky.
Now imagine that you’re being forced to put yourself on a pedestal.
They hand you the ladder and you climb on up, and you stand there with an awkward smile on your face explaining all of the reasons that YOU are fantastic and wonderful, and deserve to have a publisher or agent represent you.
(Did I mention that you’re secretly praying that you don’t vomit onto the upturned faces of the people below you?)
Apparently, I’m not the only one who has this nightmare.
It’s not because I don’t think they’ll like my book—I have every confidence in my book—what I don’t have, however, is confidence that I sold myself.
The thing is, actually getting people to read your work and like it is not the hardest part—the hardest part is convincing them that you deserve the representation MORE than anyone else in their rather large stack of hopefuls.
When you first realize that you’ve finished your book, you may leap with joy, but you can’t sit back and think that you’re done, because you are far from it.
You’ll have to write your own professional query/bio letter. In that case, you’ll need to snazz it up as much as possible, and the best thing to do is to look to those who have successfully completed one before.
MAKE SURE TO DO YOUR HOMEWORK.
Choose the examples that best suit your needs to make the best impression possible. There are different parameters per your genre, the type of material, whether they want physical or electronic submissions, and even what the agency you’re submitting to require as far as formatting goes. You must make certain that you’ve got the correct formatting so that your submission doesn’t immediately end up in the trash bin.
Terrifying? Yes. Worth it? I guess we’ll have to wait and see.
you believe that you are weak.
because at night you rock yourself
whisper that tomorrow will be better
even though yesterday’s tomorrow has failed you
still, there is a dim hope burning in your eyes
you are stronger than you think
But every evening,
you will lift your battered wrists to the heavens
Hoping that the pale scars will be like a roadmap to god
if you wait long enough, they will guide him to you
down the thin path that you have set for him
because you once heard that his path is narrow-
but god is not in the air
he is not in the trees outside of your window
he is not in the places that you can see him,
because you have looked there-
god is in the breath that you have forsaken
in the life that you have given up on
now there is more remembrance than hope in you
there is now more thought of the past
less belief in a future, but
your hands are burgeoned. They grasp at the memories
your mouth is dry,
it holds only bitterness (but it recalls the sweetness far more profoundly.)
sadly, you know
your hands have held love. These hands have known happiness-
have molded and shaped it between their careful fingers.
still, they have forgotten the motion. Now they can only clench in awkwardness
find nothing to grasp, because comfort has left them frail-
your eyes have known darkness, and they understand it far better
because they have seen the light as well
you will sleep because you have to
you will sleep because it takes you away
you will lie in this echo, waiting for a distant star
to watch it fall on the horizon, close enough to wish,
but far enough to remind you-
that in the morning
repetition is all you know
time is painful,
and your scars have failed you, because your scars will never forget
but
you are lulled back to sleep…
by the sound of your heart beating,
by the sound of your heart breaking-
I laid in ruin
among the dusk
and spider webs by twilight
I heard the blood
and spoke a curse
while bathing in the moonlight
my words were glass
my thoughts were weight
and time, my weary sponsor
could not reason with my mind
(to make the better offer)
and promises, like candy
can taste pleasant on the tongue
and like the short-existing treat;
best given to the young
and needles mend and ribbons make up
pretty little band-aids
wrapped in lies and secret blights
that glisten as the light fades-
I chewed your name up with my teeth
I grimaced at the notion
spent ages whispering about
a young boy and the ocean
because the drought was so severe
the bottle’s never been that deep
the struggle brought the pain to light
and agony begot its sleep
distant though the voices are
the clouds are riddled high
the melodies; forgotten hope
(await the lover’s sigh…)
merethe walther 
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