Lorelle Tells It All
I am taking a new approach to posting entries from now on. From today I will be stating the things that inspired me in writing a corresponding entry, and reveals its intention when needed.
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Hello! I'm back!
I'm so sorry for being passive for a few days. I've been hooked with developing a screenplay, and I thought I could get out of it as easily as I've started it, but it's seems more addictive that I thought it is. I've found myself engrossed with the rewriting, re-plotting, editing and polishing. I just hope that later on my pitching will somehow kindles hope and even pays off. Do you guys happen to know a place or a site or a person who takes movie scripts and actually review them? I've heard about Writers' Guild of America, and that they offer protection to amateur writers and veterans alike by registering their works there. And I'm going to register mine. If you happen to know a place where I could "toss" it, please let me know. I would truly appreciate it.
I know this is a wild idea coming out of me, but well, there's no harm in trying.
And btw, the poem I've posted below is actually a depiction of the story I am writing about. Well, it's more of like, the poetic expression of the story, summarizing the main issue into a log line. I can't stay long here for now, I got
limited internet access (grrr!).
Anyways, good day to you all!
I look for a place
Where the world spells life differently
But find a crossroad instead.
Shall I take the highway
Or shall I follow the biway?
Events are the outcome of one's choices
These roads before me
that'll take me there are empty
The clearing of whichever road befalls
only after my every step.
The distance is vaguer than mist
But the fog lifts up and clears
After it touches my breath ---
Only by then that the distance is seen
The distance's defined.
Blank routes yield no options
But choices for actions pave a route
And take me to where my heart envisions.
For there's no predestined me,
or a prearranged journey.
And so I don't choose ---
I make a road
NOTE: REGARDING THE PHOTOGRAPH USED FOR THIS POST, I WOULD LIKE TO EXTEND MY APOLOGY TO THE RESPECTIVE OWNER OF THE SAID ARTWORK FOR NOT DISPLAYING A BACKLINK TO HIS OR HER SITE. I'VE FOUND THIS IMAGE IN MY FILES, AND COULDN'T REMEMBER THE URL WHERE IT COME FROM. THIS IMAGE REALLY CONNECTS WITH MY POEM, AND I CAN'T FIND SOMETHING ELSE TO REPLACE IT. IF YOU HAPPEN TO VISIT MY SITE, PLEASE LET ME KNOW OF YOUR WEBSITE OR IF I HAVE TO REMOVE IT. THANKS.