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...)