Sunday, August 15, 2010

Where is the Saturday Centus?

Jenny Matlock

So this week I was so pumped and ready for a new Centus to jumpstart my creative juices. I woke up early for work on Saturday morning to check and see what the new prompt was that would somehow inspire so many great stories. I had planned on reading the prompt in the morning before work to give myself something to think about throughout the day.

Normally, I spend my workdays wandering around asking people if they need help finding anything and pondering why parents buy the screeching toys for their kids that have already annoyed them in just the few minutes they've been in the store.

Or I see things like this -

a remote controlled cooler, and think. Only in America.
Only in America would people be hanging out drinking, and all be so lazy that none of them wants to get up to get more beer, and instead would rather invest fifty bucks in paying for a cooler that, by remote control, can bring beers directly to them. Will we ever need to get off the couch again?

Or I imagine things like this -

when I look at the cardboard cut-outs we have on display.

Or try to guess what customer might actually buy this-

I thought it would be much more productive to spend my time thinking of what to do with the prompt rather than all of these. So I clicked on the Saturday Centus link and saw the same Centus as last week. It hadn't been updated. It was still early in the morning, so I thought, well maybe she hasn't gotten around to posting it.

After a few hours of boredom interspersed with girls screaming about the Edward Cullen dolls with built in glitter, the long debates over which Silly Bandz to buy, and explaining to customers how we are not racist just because we don't happen to have your country represented in our World Cup merchandise, it was my lunch break.

I used the internet on my phone to see if maybe the prompt was posted now, give myself some sort of purpose and mission for the next few hours, but once again, the link took me to the old Centus. Huh? Well I'll just keep waiting.

When I got home, I clicked my Centus button and no... Still no new prompt. Was my link wrong? I clicked on the Saturday Centus link off of Jenny's blog just to be sure. Still "Objects in the Mirror.." Alright, well I'll just check tomorrow morning. Save it to ponder about at work tomorrow.

The next morning, (today) same issue. Hmmm...lunch break. Still no. I clicked the comments button to see if anyone had said anything about there not being a new prompt this week. No one mentioned a thing. Was something wrong with Jenny?! My mind went into worry mode.

When I got home from work I decided to go a different route, and went to Jenny's page directly. Made the html as simple as possible. I saw the post made by Mr. Jenny, so surely everything was fine. But why was there no Centus? I kept scrolling...

Ah! There it was. It HAD been posted Saturday morning. And already 26 of you had not only seen the prompt but already submitted! I was very behind to say the least, but excited to finally start.

The prompt this week is: "I listened to them from my perch on the top step and didn't know whether to laugh or to cry."

My take that came out of it I've titled, The Old Family Tree. The prompt is used in bold.


The Old Family Tree

Like a tree, the lines on his face told his age. Rooted to the same spot on the porch for 50 years, he took in the sunrise.


"Don't leave without saying bye to your Grandpa boy." He grumbled.

The boy bounding off the porch stopped. Embarrassed.

"Uh bye, Grandpa."

"That's better.  Now pull your pants up! People should know you, not your underwear."

The boy obliged then continued walking.

"Billy! Sit, I need to tell you a story." He always had stories.

"But I-"

"During WWII the..."

I listened to them from my perch on the top step and didn't know whether to laugh or to cry. 

That wasn't Billy. He was talking to the newspaper boy, Enrique.



(This has been part of the Saturday Centus hosted by Jenny Matlock at Off My Tangent.)

Friday, August 13, 2010

A comic strip?

So, I've been focusing more on developing my screenplay ideas rather than blogs since in September I'm starting a feature. Ahh! But short comics keep popping in my head, and with Paintbrush now installed on my computer, I've been itching to doodle. Now, with a few comics under my belt, I've decided to start posting them. 

It's a major contrast to my last post, but I thought it would be nice to post something short and light in between censuses. 

My first comic debut. 

Hope you enjoy.



Titled: Flowhore


Sunday, August 8, 2010

Can someone invent sleep-blogging?

Jenny Matlock

It's Saturday Centus time!!

So I realize that posting once a week with just a Saturday Centus isn't exactly "posting with a vengeance" like I told myself I would. I have the stories in my head. I even have a few comics started. (Yes, that should be interesting). I just need the time! 

This is why sleep has become my biggest enemy (Not to be confused with Gravity, my Arch-nemesis). I never have been much of a fan of sleeping. I mean sure, in the morning, when I wake up and all my muscles have died and gone to heaven, then sleeping seems like pure ecstasy. Given the option though, I'd rather avoid the entire escapade. There are so few hours in a day, and so much I want to do in life, I think of sleep as the Devil stealing my life for 8 hours a day. 

After a few calculations, I have discovered that sleep has taken roughly 2,433 days of my mere 20 year life. Wow, see sleep = the Devil. I have tried to use sleeping time to my advantage by trying to lucid dream, and trying to dream up ideas for screenplays. So far no real luck. I'd love it if I could multi-task while sleeping. For instance, I envy sleepwalkers, and if they can sleepwalk to the gym and on the Treadmill without one moment of consciousness, then they are truly living (or is it sleeping?) the dream. All I can really do while sleeping is snore. 

Alas, this really has nothing to do with my Centus other than the fact that it is now 2 in the morning, and I'm trying to refuse sleep for a bit longer. Also, I'm probably rambling because there is no word limit and my fingers are celebrating their ability to dance freely. 

So, to re-focus, below is indeed my entry for the Saturday Centus   this week, hosted by Jenny Matlock at Off My Tangent. Same rules apply as always. You have a prompt you have to use in it's entirety, unaltered, and up to 100 words of your choosing to create a story. No pictures, no vulgarity, no praising Miley Cyrus.  

The prompt this week is:

"Objects in the rear view mirror are closer than they appear."

In my Centus the prompt is in bold.  I call this Centus, Divorce: An Unfinished Road Trip
Divorce: An Unfinished Road Trip

They thought the drive would last forever. 

Their love, a 1998 Corvette, once the envy of everyone's eye, had battled mountains. Valleys. Sunrises. Sunsets. Now tired, worn, it struggled to drive. 

Paint chipped, seats torn, windshield mud-splattered. Neither passenger saw clearly, but neither admitted. 

He steered. She wanted a different path. 
She sang oldies. He needed something new. 

A pebble popped their tire. 

The engine revved one last time. The battery sputtered a last goodbye. They exited. 

Objects in the rear view mirror are closer than they appear. They couldn't be farther apart. 

After 12 years,

on the side of the road, they left it. The shell of something once beautiful. 



Monday, August 2, 2010

Why do the lobsters have to die!?

Jenny Matlock

This Saturday Centus thing is cruel. This week, as I wrote my centus, my words transformed into lobsters. Yes, you heard read right, lobsters. With each word count check I found out some of my lobsters would have to go into the melting pot. And oh, oh would they scream and fight, begging to be one of the chosen ones. Begging to live forever on this page. But alas, my babies, my lobsters, had to be boiled down, to 100 words. Now, being a vegetarian, I can't really say much about the deliciousness of Lobster. I don't know. I've never had one. But maybe in my comment box, you can tell me how my lobsters taste. :)

This Saturday Centus is titled, Truth vs. Words
The prompt appears in bold.

Truth Vs. Words.

Once upon a time,
words were meaningless.
At least to poor Clara,
sweet Princess Penniless.

Happy endings were something else,
in her reality, far from fairytale land.
Never knowing kisses, she mastered taking
the burn from a smacking hand.

"I promise." meant nothing.
"I love you." a lie, used simply to pass time.
Men coming, going, stealing her heart,
never charged for the crime.


She wanted better. 

Deserved better.

Finally, her prince did arrive...

"I'll love you forever." He spoke absolute truth,
brushing hair from her face with the gentlest touch.
She teared up.
Words had power again.
And that's why it meant so much.

This was part of the Saturday Centus hosted by Jenny Matlock at Off My Tangent.