Question

Say you're writing a screenplay (which I am) and you're doing a series of shots to show your heroine's morning -- she's running late, scarfing down breakfst, shoving things in her purse, hurriedly brushing her teeth, running a brush through her hair, etc.

Got that?

Now say that you wanted to show, during this series of shots, that your heroine has random ESP moments and can occasionally see the future (she knows who's knocking on the door before answering it, knows who's calling without looking at Caller I.D., etc.).

Right?

So, now for my question: How would you go about showing, in some small way, this psychic power? I don't know how to just slip in something about, oh, yeah, she can see the future. I'm going to explain it more later on, so it's okay if the reader/watcher can come up with some rational explination for how she knew what was happening or they just don't quite catch that she's seeing the future -- I would still like it to be in there, and I'm not quite sure what to do.

Literary advice would be greatly appreciated!

(By the way, she's not a fake psychic, and there will probably not be any pineapple....)

<3/Captain Whitney

"Your bloodhound is nose-deaf?"

"...We prefer the more politically correct "olfactory-impaired"...."

P.S. The picture is improperly formatted -- a screenplay should only be bound with two brads, the middle hole should be left empty.

don't mind me...

...I'm just testing something....

http://i96.photobucket.com/albums/l165/4thDrWhoFan/3doctors1.gif

What a Story!

I've been reading about Marco Polo for History. Honestly, before today the only reference I had to Marco Polo was a pool game.... However, I have instantly become fascinated! Being an explorer would be AMAZING, and his descriptions of the world he found in China... well, it's no wonder that he inspired so many other explorers!

Lately, the only exploring I have been doing has been of places in my books -- but what awesome places they are!!! It is my dream to travel to J-Sar and see the shining cities, or to Aira and study magic at Bostwick's (Batwick's) Academy, or to Phar and ride a unicorn, or to Aquat to ... to ... do whatever it is Aquatians do (honestly, I have no idea).

Right now, I'm writing a series of books about an Earth girl named Kimberly Briggs and a J-Sarn guy named Hendricks (he does have a first name, but he doesn't like to admit what it is) who travel across the universe with Kimberly's Gunnel Crystal. It's going to be AMAZING! (If I can ever get them off of Earth...)

Okay, I woke up late today, and I have been VERY non-productive. I put in 6 1/2 hours of school the past two days, and now I'm fried. All I really want to do is watch Doctor Who and write, but I'm plugging away (well, actually, I'm writing blog posts to avoid having to plug away....)

Oh, sorry to everyone (namely Ken Carson) that I told I was going to Saratoga Springs and then I never contacted.... I'm kind of a ditz (but you already knew that about me, didn't you?).

Okay, I am GOING TO GO DO MY ENGLISH CLASS. Right. Now!

Really.

I am.

Going.

Now.

Um...

I'm out of things to say, so I guess I do have to go do my English class.

Stay out of trouble.

Remember your pineapple.

Don't eat the cat.

Say no to drugs.

Say yes to tacos!

David Tennant is the hottest man alive!

Cheese is icky!

Fish!

Be a Friend of the Ood!

Go U of G! (University of Galifrey!)

(I would insert a heart, but I'm using a stupid MAC computer and the heart doesn't work!)/Captain Whitney

My object in living is to unite

My avocation and my vocation

As my two eyes make one in sight.

P.S. Here's a link to the site I've been reading about Marco Polo -- it's AMAZING!

http://afe.easia.columbia.edu/china/trad/marco.htm

-CW

History vs. Fiction

So, I'm taking a break from History right now (I've been doing the class for an hour), and I just wanted to comment on how REDICULOUS History class is. I mean, come on -- they think that the thing in this picture has some sort of religious purpose. You could find something identical to that in your local junk yard!

I hope some day, when we're in Heaven, we get to look down on the archeologists who are figuring out what OUR junk means (The Doctor says that he hates archeologists ... which I thought was funny, considering who he is....). I look forward to the chance to laugh at the silly humans who have no idea what they're talking about.

Written records I will believe (with a grain of salt -- every writer has their own opinion that taints their view), but the analyzing of junk seems WAY too imprecice to me -- it's all guess work.

Really, I think fiction is the only way to truly tell the truth. I've been thinking about this a lot lately -- I mean, fiction is the only thing that comes out and admits: I'm not true, and I'm clouded by opinion. Only when that is stated can you then sift through what is being said and find the real message behind it. The book I am writing right now is about a different planet where the people have magic powers -- but it is also a very strong message about agency. In fact, I keep getting prompted to write this book while doing things like watching conference and reading scriptures.

Mostly, I guess I needed somewhere to complain about the stupidity of History class, but now I should go back to actually studying... Sigh. But GUESS WHAT!!! I'm not failing History any more! SWEET! Almost as sweet as pineapple!

♥/Captain Whitney

I didn't lie, I just created fiction with my mouth.

What Kind of Hero?

So, as you all probably are aware, I am a bit of a Doctor Who fan ("How exactly are you a 'fan'? In what way do you resemble a means of keeping oneself cool?"). But I've been thinking about this obsession of mine a lot lately, wondering why I love it so much (oh yeah -- 'cause it's AWESOME ... and David Tennant's gorgeous), and I realized that (besides those reasons) it's because I wish I could be like him -- The Doctor.

I mean, here is a man who gets to see EVERYTHING. He travels the universe in that little blue box of his (it's bigger on the inside), and he makes a difference in people's lives. Not only does he save them, but he changes them for the better -- teaches them about equality and choice and peaceful living. And he cares about them -- about each ordinary human and emotionless Cyberman and even the cruel aliens from Rexicoricofalipetorious.

Now, I have come to the realization that the probability of me gaining a Tardis and travelling across the universe with psychic paper and a sonic screwdriver saving people's lives is very unlikely. However, I have also decided that I AM going to make a difference ... somehow. I know this makes me sound vain, like I think I'm something grand or I am seeking praise, but really ... I just want to know that my brief span on this earth was WORTH something. That I made a real DIFFERENCE to someone.

Somehow, in some way, I am going to change the world for the better. This I swear. Some day I'm going to do something grand and exciting and marvelous. I'm going to see something of the world and make a difference. I'm making that promise right now, to myself -- a promise I WILL keep.

♥Captain Whitney

Mankind doesn't need warfare and bloodshed to prove itself. Everyday life can provide honor and valor. Let's hope that from now on this country can find its heroes in smaller places. In the most ordinary of deeds.

It's the Little Things in Life

So, I just had an emotional break down and wrote this whole long BLOG post that made no sense (which I printed out to paste in my diary, but decided not to annoy you with), and then I was going to go to bed and just let myself be depressed. Then I started rereading my old posts, and....

Well, it's all just so SILLY. I always stress about my grades -- and I almost always get them up. And if I don't: so what? Like Mrs. Kavmark says, no one's going to remember your grades in ten years anyways. Sure, it matters for getting into college, but I'm not terribly worried about that -- especially since it might be at the expense of my sanity (which I cannot afford to lose).

It's more than that... I've been... I dunno'. Craving adventure, I guess. Sometimes it's hard to not be running around changing the world.
I just -- I want to do something BIG, GRAND, and EXCITING.

But, you know, some of the happiest moments in my life have come from... absolutely nothing. You know, just sitting around basking in the sunshine, or playing cards with a friend, or discussing how we could terrorize guys on dates when we turn sixteen! (Like faking (what do I mean, faking?!) that we're crazy!)

I guess what I'm saying is: Don't take things so seriously.
Would it be nice to do something amazing and save the universe? Yes. I'm not going to pretend that I don't still want that opportunity. But, until then, I'll content myself with feeling good by sharing pineapple.

♥Captain Whitney

♫♪So you wanna' change the world? What are you waiting for? Say you're gonna' start right now? What are you waiting for? It only takes one voice, so come on now and shout it out. Give a little more. What are you waiting for?♪♫

I do still know how to blog...

...but I don't know if I still know how to write. THIS is the best I've been able to do:

It's worse than the worst writer's block.
It's having words and sentences that won't make meaning.
It's having characters with no faces,
stories with no plots,
settings with no doors to let me in.
And I'm scared, out here in the rain, and they won't let me in.
They won't let me in.
There's nothing I can say--
they seem to have taken my words away.
Why has the novelist turned poet?
Why has the author turned to Facebook poster and e-mailer?
Why have I lost my pen, my paper, and my passion?
Why is this stupid thing all I can seem to write?
Where did my words go?

And there isn't any pineapple.... (Did you notice pineapple was missing from my last post?!)

♥Captain Whitney

I'm a galley slave to pen and ink.