What About Nakedness on Social Networks???

Put your words forth in print on any social network, and prepare to get naked. Imagine showing your bare ass unwittingly. Forget spy stories, because no identifiable numbers exist for lurkers to your page via friends of friends. Your status still shows. Their curiosity still lurks as you post controversy and crap that sells tickets to your 3am show of sleeping tablet ineffectiveness. Wear something without moth holes for this show. You might need to put it on again. Consider running for cover and curtailing all online activity until curtains are closed and the orange crumbs are cleared from my keyboard before continuing our pre-diet chats.

Is Sex Over-rated???

Funny to me when I think back to my blossoming in the upsweep of "the" sexual revolution. I wonder if I ever learned anything noteworthy. Born in 1957, I lost my virginity to my made-up-Adonis guy in the 70's. He reminded me of David Bowie. No, I wasn't drunk, I was stoned. I was hopelessly in love with Bowie. Some thirty years later, I truly believe sex is definately over-rated. Forgive me, but I have sampled from the banquet table and left most of it to continue going cold. Nonsense to re-heat if tasteless. Make no mistake when I tell you this. Say one thing to screw up his face worse than climax and you'll know it's time to bolt.


I want to write this *ONE THING on restroom walls-- *Simple instructions for fun: Supress the nonsense that pisses you off for as long as your fun self can. If that turns out to be 30 seconds, bolt. Do not look back. If it turns out to be over a minute without freaking out silly about something, stay for the next four. If five minutes fails to go nicely into a 60 minute dinner, skip his desert plans and call a cab.


I claim no responsibility for my observant feelings. I am hot. Polished up, I'm hot. Meet me at 3am in 7-11 and I may blend in with the endcap showing snowballs. I may have skipped the five minutes it would have taken for make-up for the neutrality to shop there. My lucky night to find you looking schleppy, yet shining your funny eyes into my sights. It's your bad if you want to share my Ben & Jerry's Chunky Monkey with meters running and flow charts showing. It's my bad that you're sporting one blue eye and one brown eye, sport. ;D Who says neutrality is over-rated?

Reflecting on Publishing Trends

Why I began this blog lies solely with an article I read in Writer's Digest.
I absorbed to their sage advice like gospel-- since the 80's when I was starting out. This time was no different. It was to be the time of my life!
I had a few books to sell and then, over a dozen screenplays. The article slanted itself to appease and assure upcoming writers that there is a system and a method to the madness of writing for publication without breaking the bank for a publicist.

Three things could promote and sell books, netting residual income.
First, establish yourself and your product on myspace, facebook, and twitter. Second, start a blog. Wordpress, blogger, etc. Blog consistantly and constantly.
Thirdly, offer links to make money and points from Amazon and Google. eline shopping promotions. The last part sounded cheesey to me, but I understood the concept. However, no matter how hard I tried to get all of the books and films I cared to promote and import to my blog must certainly be floating around in cyberspace. None made their way here. If anyone reads this that's in the know for how to orchestrate this process, I would be mucho grateful. It goes without saying that I wholeheartedly believe we must actively promote what we love to promote ourselves. In the meantime, I will nurture my blog.

Breaking Bad or Lost?

I've followed Breaking Bad from its first episode. However, I'm one of 6 or 7 TV viewers on the planet whom has never watched Lost. Guess I'm a bit of an eccentric. I can live with that. Due to my writing habit, I watch television late late late and fall asleep. Breaking Bad keeps me up and more excited about television since David Lynch's Twin Peaks. Breaking Bad is the new Twin Peaks in its own unique creation. Stellar cast. Clever writers/art directors--- and amazing fans. Imagine a high school chemistry teacher dying of cancer with a new baby on the way, and a teen-aged son living with cerebral palsy. All Walter White cares about is taking care of his beautiful wife and family. I've taught high school and college level chemistry myself, as a single parent. Bitch wages, yo. Into his life walks Jessie Pinkman, former punkass student;legendary meth chef in local pop culture. Numbers and necessary chemical bonds aside from reaction, attraction and distraction...this show is hot. Thailand hot. Check it out on Sunday nights at 10EST/9CT on AMC.

Controversy... Wooo, dirty word!

I inicially deleted all information on facebook pertaining to my relationship status, my sexual preferences, and political/religious statuses. I'm wishing I could boycott the entire askance! What difference do these labels make??? I chose "divorced" on my space and "it's complicated" to justify the neccessity of four sirnames for legal search engines.

We've been hearing both sides on Health Care Reform (ad nausium, pending Congress); yet there are solutions for every arguement-- if only someone neutral could step in... If the future generations want to euthanize the elderly ala Logan's Run -- believe that we relics understand, having been there. What I fear for the next wave is their inability to project their talents beyond their selfishnesses. I'm fearing Fascism may be a mark of history repeating itself. After all the darlings ARE sitting around with yuppie DNA, aren't they?

Here's more controversial cuss food: Remember back to What Happened to JonBonnet Ramsey? Should parents protest about other parents' exploitation of their seven year olds? Today on The View, a controversial video of sexily clad 7 year olds' rendition of Beyonce's Dancing Single Ladies is probably getting more buzz than Sarah Palen's challenge to President Obama about guarding our borders. Nope, just jesting. Sounded more like a threat to my third ear --of Palen's less than subliminal intentions. More like, "Attention all anti-Obama bandwagoners: There's a You-blew-it special on Arizona's borders." Seriously, this day is getting shorter and shorter...
...to be continued

What a difference a day makes...

And then it transforms into a two week day, with sips of life here and there while keeping on task with my pagemaster. Sound familiar? Ponder it much-- in between research and crafting? Of couse you do. That's why we have conferences and workshops and retreats for folks like us. Plugging away in one spot spurns and smites the crafting process for me these days. I feel I cannot finish my current script in my office. I can no longer smoke in my office. If I go to Starbucks, I'm distracted. I need to find a place similar to where Stephen raised a glass while writing. I know this sounds more distracting, but most pubs do have their downtime when it's quiet, other than ESPN in the background. I want to smoke and drink coffee-- and later in the day, sip a rum and coke (or three) when I'm writing. I will keep you posted...

Finding Focus to Write

Writers know we must carve out time for writing, around work, kids, social obligations and volunteer work. And by carving, I mean to say we must make the most of our sparse writing time; around composing and sending queries, composing loglines and synops, etc. Dearest of all is that coveted gift of time to write without interruption. Easy for me to say, huh? What happens when we're seated and raring to go-- and then the pnone rings. Or worse, you have just come away from an arguement with your husband, partner, or boss? You're either too mad to think staight or too upset to concentrate on anything but solutions to your existing triffles. It can take me an entire day to refocus. So, I'm the writer who walks away from everything. I do. I'll watch an old Mel Brooks comedy-- or whatever I can find to make me laugh again. Pissed off writers breed resentment. Depressed writers breed like fans. I do not care to coddle either. Seriously, I have enough going on in my own life than to take on other folks' hangups. So I do my best to bring my fun self to the written page.
There are other things you can do, depending on what your mood responds to, like affirmations and mantras. "I think I can. I think I can!" Most of all remember you're not alone, and this too, will pass. ;)

What a Day!

Woke up at four in the morning and wrote three spec script treatments before noon. Time to play in the woods with my dog now. Who ever said life has no rewards? Oh yeah, the guy who thinks work happens nine to five... .

Productive day!

Sometimes my pain-in-the ass edit-as-I-go personal policy pays off better than ever. My polishes, it turns out, are minimal. Yippie! This means I have time to chat onto the page rather than into my micro-cassette player after midnight, for a change. Welcome to the other side of my written pages. As much as I'm working hard to balance work and family, I'm having a better time doing it these days. That's reason enough to document the process, thereby drawing a connection to like eyes. Today I had a few epiphanys* worth noting to fellow artists. One of which I posted to twitter. (see LPsThirdEye@twitter.com-- and please follow me) Yes! I'm back up and running on twitter, thanks in part to the fairy godmother of LPs Third Eye. I follow everything literary now.
No more star tripping on oral drips.
"OOOO, I'm so tired! Photo shoot better not show it! He-he-he! Tweet me."

Soooooo... I'll be adding more indie film sites eventually, but I believe if you have a look at LPsThirdEye@twitter.com, you'll want to follow some of these great publishers and authors too.

*to follow in next blog

Allow me to introduce myself...

For many, LP is music lingo for a long playing recording. The first professional writing I did was for magazine FYI fillers, followed by my truest passion-- true crime stories. Why much of my writing remains unpublished you can probably surmise, by its very implication. Creatice license comes with many different price tags when freedom of speech squeezes it out of you. I write the truth according to LP. Linda Patricia Mclaughlin. LP Langdon. LP Langdon-Floyd is my copyrighted name. Elle Floyd is also my copyrighted name. Lindi Charles is my stage name when I perform live comedy or any acting for stage, television, and movies.

I wrote my first song when I was eight. Alas, it was not published, but performed for my third grade class. Me, a rock star, at eight years old-- who knew? Produced my first play when I was 12. Garnered my first little theatre "oscar" (best acting in community theatre) when I was 21. Such humble beginnings. So, ask not why am I not famous! Muhahahahaha. Okay, okay, it wasn't on my bucket list or my "to do" list. How many famous writers and artists do you know? How how many starving artists?

I love working my craft every day. Sometimes my days go non stop into day three. Working on fumes. Cigarette fumes and steaming hot coffee. I am strictly a stickler for time and detail. Once my groove is on, I can keep going. I'm not one to quit mid page until I'm blocked. I stop when I'm starting to see double from exhaustion.

With as much corporate work as I've done over twenty-five years-- there's nothing quite like freelancing. It allows writers and artists the beloved flexibility we need to succeed. Time for research, time for writing queries (a time buster, in itself)-- and more time for tedious edits and revisions. The ticket for me is no "ticky" -- no clocks. No clock watching. No cranky bosses. I write what I want, and I get to call the shots.

My love for Dickens' Oliver Twist inspired my first novel, Wander Kids and my first animated SP, Potcakes in Paradise. These are the stories I'm beginning to market now, but genre-hopper that I am, I'm also doing some finishing touches on a Horror Story I'm pitching as, "Interview with the Vampire meets Crazy as Hell." One writer who likes the story asked, "Where do you get the balls to write stuff like this?" When someone asks you that, you know you've got something no one else is peddling.

Today, I'm hard at work polishing every script problem, every bit of third eye editing I can do until I see double. This will take most of the coming night and go well into the weekend. (to be continued...)

There's Always a Table Waiting in Hell

No matter where we go, or where we're from, Hell can always find us. My favorite stories on this subject can be found in your Holy Bible, most horror movies, and the rest-- byproducts of nightmares and dreams. My lastest short story collection sheds focus on conscience and conviction-- after disconnection. Internal battles that toy with your grey area when you're the most screwed up you can possibly imagine. All the psychological games one rarely assumes Satan is playing-- with our lives. (to be continued...)