12-15-12 A Reccomendation
I don't want this exercise in self-congradulations be just about me. I would not be doing this but for the encouragement I have gotten from some very fine people. First of wall, Debbie, my wife, has been very supportive of my effort (even if she didn't like what I did to the characters), her good friend (and mine),Sarah, my (our) good friends David and Lori Yoder, and the many wonderful supporters of the Kansas Writers Association. Of that group I want to single out a fine lady, B. J. Myrick who has been corresponding (I know, I'm sounding old-school here) with me. She has offered me much advice and motivation over the last 6 months. Thanks Bonnie.
Bonnie has recently published a historical novel set in the Oklahoma Panhandle of 1890. I'm a sucker for historical fiction, especially in a time and place I'm never read about before. It is called: Nelly of No Man's Land, It is about a dying mother who goes to this desolate country to get cured by a "medicine man." She is cured, but the country is lonely and has many dangers. Her husband is an alcoholic and a man from her past shows up as well. This story is rich in period detail and pioneer family life. If you liked "Little House on the Prairie" as a kid, you should like this book. It's about 80.000 words and 52 chapters long.
The Ks Writers Assn also has a writing contest going on. Go to the KWA website for details. The time limit is about up this year. But the contest opens up again in August so get thinking about that blockbuster story. I've been thinking about a version of the story "Brave Little Toaster" that keeps nipping at the corners of my mind.
First things first -- finish the first draft. Get to the mid-point (oh yeah), make life hard on good characters. I hate drama in real life but I love it in a story.
A blog about writing, book reviews, Kansas history, poor farms, the history of social policy and relief, epbulishing, my novel "Dust and Roses."
Saturday, December 15, 2012
Wednesday, December 5, 2012
12-5-12 Part 2 of 2 synopsis of Poor Farm; The Musical
Q: What could
make a bunch of present day rich techo-nerds leave screaming from a haunted house?
A: The
idea came to me when we were getting our home equity loan approved
to pay for some basement waterproofing. We hit a snag when an underwriter
thought our house was for sale. Apparently, there were some hints about that on
the Trulia web site. We told the bank to check out the house in person, and not
base judgement from info from the internet. In frustration I told Debbie that
for some, the internet seems to be more real then the real world.
Then it hit
me, that the hook.
The geeks go insane from the house. Why? Our ghosts notice
the idevices the geeks are using. They discover the novelity of possessing all those
iphones and smartpads and tablets. Our geeks get freaked out by this invasion of
their devices. Obiviously, anything in real life can be faked. Even an invasion of their powered devices. So they turn them off. But our ghosts
still talk to each other and to the geeks even with the power off. That is just
too much. The real world can be dismissed. But a haunted iphone? *That* is uber-creepy. And so our ghosts do their job too
well--accidentily.
One other thing I was
thinking was a way to inject a little drama into this musical comedy and to
bring out the fact that this is a poor farm and not just anything. One of the
main charactors is the last survivor of the original cast of characters (from
Poor Farm: The Movie). That charactor is a "caretaker" of the farm. He can talk
with the ghosts, and indeed enlists their help in saving the poor farm from
being turned into a casino.
It could be John, our former loony. He is now old,
and finds himself taking care of the old house. John is the last survivor of the
our original cast. He and Bern can still communicate with each other and John
longs to be with her.
So the "House on Haunted Hill" scheme is cooked by Sandra.
The geeks go nuts. The plot fails. The lawyer delivers the news of no dough.
There is nothing left to do. The ghosts, though,are excited because something is about
to happen. The last scene before the finale is John quietly passing away.
Sad. The stage goes black. The theme music kicks in. The finale starts. The cast do their opening number. A much younger John rejoins Bern and the rest of the
gang. Sandra comes up with the "Oceans Eleven" scheme. And John tells her no.
He's been in that house for years and he's glad to be done with it. It's not important anymore. He was with his freinds. Its time for him and all the rest
to move on. They are all together. And that was more important then some earthly old
house.
A note on the names: I envisioned movie stars playing character roles. So John is John Malkovich, Bern is Bernadette Peters, and Sandra is Ms. Bullock.
Then they finish out the closing song, very similar to the
opening. End. Curtain. Caberet Old Town here we come. It doen't have to be a sequel to anything. Just a musical.
I've always like community theater. We also have an entertainment place here called "Mosley Street Melodrama." With some re-working and a lot of goofiness thrown I don't see why a parody melodrama couldn't be done.
So. We do a movie, a novel, a musical. Next is Poor Farm: The Franchise. T-shirts, mason jars of homemade jelly, cookbooks, a
poor farm business management seminars,cookbooks and crafts, beer and moonshine, an iphone game "Poor Farm Tycoon", a clothing line, a
poor farm almanac app, a "Dummie's Guide to Running a Poor Farm," and of course a PF logo. We will know we hit the big time when we get those QVC models in cotton sack dresses.
One last thought. Poor Farm: The Theme Park. Except we should leave out the zombies and the crazed farmers with pitch forks. There's always Halloween.
Terrifying, isn't it? --Later-- Wes
Tuesday, December 4, 2012
12-4-12 Milestones and Musicals
I've hit another milestone. I am up to 40k words on first draft. I'm resisting the urge to revise. I did that 2 months ago and lost 3 weeks in fiddling. So now it's battin down the hatches and finish this sucka.
I'm closing on my mid-point - still. I am still two scenes away, and I'm right there. Then it's on to the climax. When I wrote the "set up" part of the story I could not get past that horizon. I had to pause to reboot on where to go. I'm feeling the same way with the mid-point. Once I get past it, I can get a better grasp on where to go. Chancy way to write. Not sure I'd do it again this way, but it a exciting, if not a bit scary. I'm depending on my characters.
Before the turning point there is one small incident I need to write. Story wize it is 4-14-35. Sunday. Black Sunday. It's the end of the world in the form of a dust storm.
As promised, here is a synopsis for Poor Farm: The Musical. The sequel (of sorts) to my story. Since the story is not out yet just consider this a fun thing.
Part 1
I've hit another milestone. I am up to 40k words on first draft. I'm resisting the urge to revise. I did that 2 months ago and lost 3 weeks in fiddling. So now it's battin down the hatches and finish this sucka.
I'm closing on my mid-point - still. I am still two scenes away, and I'm right there. Then it's on to the climax. When I wrote the "set up" part of the story I could not get past that horizon. I had to pause to reboot on where to go. I'm feeling the same way with the mid-point. Once I get past it, I can get a better grasp on where to go. Chancy way to write. Not sure I'd do it again this way, but it a exciting, if not a bit scary. I'm depending on my characters.
Before the turning point there is one small incident I need to write. Story wize it is 4-14-35. Sunday. Black Sunday. It's the end of the world in the form of a dust storm.
As promised, here is a synopsis for Poor Farm: The Musical. The sequel (of sorts) to my story. Since the story is not out yet just consider this a fun thing.
Part 1
POOR FARM: THE
MUSICAL
The ghosts of an old poor farm
find out their poorhouse will be turned into a casino. After brainstorming ideas on how to raise money, they decide to use a front to turn their poor farm into a
bed and breakfast with “family friendly hauntings." Their goal is to match the
casino bid. The ghosts come up with alternate haunting themes for different types of venus. One could be for bachelor
parties. Another for murder mystery parties. And then there's the all out “stay if you dare sleepover
challenge."
One ghost, a movie fan, saw “The House on Haunted Hill”. Time is growing short, and they need lots of money fast. They offer a $1 million entry fee and an $10 million prize to get
the money to save their farm. They are going to scare the pants of some rich folks.
They succeed too well.
All the rich
dare takers go insane. A lawyer for those rich crazy kids has power of attorney. No money is coming. Out ghosts lose the poor farm. The
casino owner has an offer for the front. He knows the place is haunted. He is
willing to give the ghosts jobs; to haunt the customers with big lucky streaks.
After a huddle, the ghosts agree. All this is just a minor
setback. They can still get their money. That same movie fan ghost, you see, saw
a Frank Sinatra movie called “Oceans Eleven. They’ll just need eleven "bodies" to,
you know, rob the joint. Anyone know any zombies?
Part 2 coming to a really bent community theater near you.
There's more. --Later--
Monday, December 3, 2012
12-3-12
I am up to nearly 40k words on my first draft. Tough going right now. I'm working on a "date" scene between "Wendell" my romantic interest and "Sara" my protagonist. Wendell is a commissioner for the poor who is knocked over by Sara. Sara wants to influence Wendell on making the county farm where she has taken refuge more like a home, rather than an institution. The date is ending badly, something I hadn't consciously meant to do. So do I rework the scene or just go with it? Like Wendell, I'm a little perplexed on what to do.
Anyway, I'm closing in on my mid-point crisis. In two days, storywise, it will be 4-14-35. This is "Black Sunday." On that day the worst dust storm in history took place. And, yes, Sara will be outside looking for spring flowers when what looks like the end of the world is approaching.
I should back up and talk about what this story is (and is not).
After trying to make a horror story/movie after seeing this derelict old building we gave up. We were just going in too many directions with it. The magic of talking about it just disappeared the next day. I took the air out of the room (hard to do since wewere outside) by suggesting that the real horror story was what really happened behind those walls.
We never got back to envisioning our horror movie. But I did come up with something for a "gag reel." if we ever did an amateur comcorder kind of thing.
First of all we envision a shot of the poorhouse as it stands today. A group of teen age kids pull up in a hot car and two tough looking boys and two "hot" girls get out and talk about how creepy the place looked. They jeer the ghosts to come out. And they throw beer bottles at the old building. Then they jump into their car and leave. The camera stays steady on the old imposing building. A wind comes up and it gradually morphs into what it was like in its prime.
Our creepy story takes place where our characters gets picked off one by one in the grand tradition of cheep, sleazy, B grade horror. Of course. No survivors. The story ends. Or does it. As the credits roll. The gag reel starts to the side.
The old creepy poorhouse morphs back into its present day form. We cut to our beloved teen aged vandals. One of the tough boys left a bottle of whisky, or whatever, back there. They return to the old building and our tough guy driver retreives the bottle. Then he makes his, and theirs, fatal mistake.
He decides to challenge the house by relieving himself against the open front door frame.
Slowly the character in our movie, now in full dead make up, come trudging out of the old house. The tough boy is the first casualty. The rest of the kids are screaming and frantically looking for the car keys. One of the cute girls jumps out the car. She is caughn t and dispatched by our zombie characters in grand fashion. The other kids try to bolt, but all are caught by the surrounding zombies.
The scene ends by our story characters, now zombies, munching happily away on high protein snacks. Spam in a can was never this much fun.
I sent this to David and Lori a few days after we talked about "Poor Farm" the horror movie. She said she burned a pan of cookies reading the e mail.
The idea of a realistic story, an honest to God historical novel, kept pestering me. So I started making up characters and what if situations. I even came up with a "Poor Farm; the Musical" synopsis for a community theater.
The musical involved my zombie characters, only this time they are ghosts. There is one living character left. He, and the ghosts, are trying to save the old derelict poorhouse from being turned into a casino. More about that next time.
I am up to nearly 40k words on my first draft. Tough going right now. I'm working on a "date" scene between "Wendell" my romantic interest and "Sara" my protagonist. Wendell is a commissioner for the poor who is knocked over by Sara. Sara wants to influence Wendell on making the county farm where she has taken refuge more like a home, rather than an institution. The date is ending badly, something I hadn't consciously meant to do. So do I rework the scene or just go with it? Like Wendell, I'm a little perplexed on what to do.
Anyway, I'm closing in on my mid-point crisis. In two days, storywise, it will be 4-14-35. This is "Black Sunday." On that day the worst dust storm in history took place. And, yes, Sara will be outside looking for spring flowers when what looks like the end of the world is approaching.
I should back up and talk about what this story is (and is not).
After trying to make a horror story/movie after seeing this derelict old building we gave up. We were just going in too many directions with it. The magic of talking about it just disappeared the next day. I took the air out of the room (hard to do since wewere outside) by suggesting that the real horror story was what really happened behind those walls.
We never got back to envisioning our horror movie. But I did come up with something for a "gag reel." if we ever did an amateur comcorder kind of thing.
First of all we envision a shot of the poorhouse as it stands today. A group of teen age kids pull up in a hot car and two tough looking boys and two "hot" girls get out and talk about how creepy the place looked. They jeer the ghosts to come out. And they throw beer bottles at the old building. Then they jump into their car and leave. The camera stays steady on the old imposing building. A wind comes up and it gradually morphs into what it was like in its prime.
Our creepy story takes place where our characters gets picked off one by one in the grand tradition of cheep, sleazy, B grade horror. Of course. No survivors. The story ends. Or does it. As the credits roll. The gag reel starts to the side.
The old creepy poorhouse morphs back into its present day form. We cut to our beloved teen aged vandals. One of the tough boys left a bottle of whisky, or whatever, back there. They return to the old building and our tough guy driver retreives the bottle. Then he makes his, and theirs, fatal mistake.
He decides to challenge the house by relieving himself against the open front door frame.
Slowly the character in our movie, now in full dead make up, come trudging out of the old house. The tough boy is the first casualty. The rest of the kids are screaming and frantically looking for the car keys. One of the cute girls jumps out the car. She is caughn t and dispatched by our zombie characters in grand fashion. The other kids try to bolt, but all are caught by the surrounding zombies.
The scene ends by our story characters, now zombies, munching happily away on high protein snacks. Spam in a can was never this much fun.
I sent this to David and Lori a few days after we talked about "Poor Farm" the horror movie. She said she burned a pan of cookies reading the e mail.
The idea of a realistic story, an honest to God historical novel, kept pestering me. So I started making up characters and what if situations. I even came up with a "Poor Farm; the Musical" synopsis for a community theater.
The musical involved my zombie characters, only this time they are ghosts. There is one living character left. He, and the ghosts, are trying to save the old derelict poorhouse from being turned into a casino. More about that next time.
Monday, November 26, 2012
The central focus of this blog is my story, my novel, called ... I won't say. You'll just have follow for awhile. The working title is "Poor Farm." Right now I am still on first draft. I'm 35,000 words into it and I'm projecting around 75k words at most. I plant to send it out to be published, but realistically, I figure I will go the ebook route. If I am incredibly lucky it will come out in print. If not, there is always Smashwords and Kindle. I'm hoping for a shot at Rowe Publishing, a Kansas book publisher. But I'm getting way ahead of myself. I ought to be working on it now ....
How did I get started on this thing?
It all started with an adventure; finding an old county asylum somewhere in Marion County. You can find it too. Just google "Marion County poor farm" and go from there. The building is still standing. It is an old, imposing building. I will get some photo up asap.
Debbie, myself, and two good friends of ours David and Lori were out looking for it after sunset over Memorial Day weekend. David put on some creepy Tangerine Dream electronic music. Not reccommended. We didn't find it that night, but we thoroughtly creeped ourselves out. So we went back to their house and drank Sam Adams.
Next day we went out again, without the creepy music, and, yes, we did find it. It is a wonderful, creepy old building. We also meet the caretaker of the place. That night we talked and talked and talked about a horror movie that could be built around the place.
Nothing comprehendible came out. It would have been a good show for the pathologically attention defecit. There could be a niche market there. As I recall, it was a sort of hungry zombie/captive ghost/historical mystery/teen age vanpire/magical object/survival game/time travel/slasher/psycho killer/insane asylum/race against time type of story. No hookers were involved. And we didn't talk about sex scenes. Or heads rolling for that matter.
Pity. But we did plenty of quality conrol testing on Samual Adam's Boston Lager. More tomorrow.
How did I get started on this thing?
It all started with an adventure; finding an old county asylum somewhere in Marion County. You can find it too. Just google "Marion County poor farm" and go from there. The building is still standing. It is an old, imposing building. I will get some photo up asap.
Debbie, myself, and two good friends of ours David and Lori were out looking for it after sunset over Memorial Day weekend. David put on some creepy Tangerine Dream electronic music. Not reccommended. We didn't find it that night, but we thoroughtly creeped ourselves out. So we went back to their house and drank Sam Adams.
Next day we went out again, without the creepy music, and, yes, we did find it. It is a wonderful, creepy old building. We also meet the caretaker of the place. That night we talked and talked and talked about a horror movie that could be built around the place.
Nothing comprehendible came out. It would have been a good show for the pathologically attention defecit. There could be a niche market there. As I recall, it was a sort of hungry zombie/captive ghost/historical mystery/teen age vanpire/magical object/survival game/time travel/slasher/psycho killer/insane asylum/race against time type of story. No hookers were involved. And we didn't talk about sex scenes. Or heads rolling for that matter.
Pity. But we did plenty of quality conrol testing on Samual Adam's Boston Lager. More tomorrow.
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