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A Writer's Lament: April 2006
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A Waste Land of Thought. Thursday, April 13, 2006. Acting I, Final Scene. Travis Curran - young, aspiring actor; wiseass. Nick Cyr - older experienced actor; pompous. The green room for Hamlet auditions. Travis is sitting in one of the chairs patiently. There is another chair, and a stool at center. Nick enters and sit. There are moments of silence as each actor reads and prepares their scripts. Sohey, man, what’re you doing? What’s it to you? Sorry, just didn’t know we were friends. Travis stands and pl...
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A Writer's Lament: Holy Shit!
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A Waste Land of Thought. Wednesday, July 26, 2006. I have a blog! Totally forgot there. Spaced, I guess. Once I'm not in a job that requires 24 hour attention of children in the middle of the woods with limited Internet access, I will maybe keep this up some. Maybe. Fun Fact: I'm learning Russian. Ya gavaru niemnoshka paruskie. I barely speak Russian. Posted by Travis H. Curran at 7/26/2006 11:56:00 AM. Travis H. Curran. Portland, Maine, Antarctica. Writer, Artist, Adventurer. View my complete profile.
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A Writer's Lament: June 2005
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A Waste Land of Thought. Thursday, June 09, 2005. If being 18 was the best year of my life, I would not be suprised. I would be sad though, because that would mean that this summer would not be all that great, and right now it is looking to be TOTALLY RAD. The bunk list is completed and I have an amalgam. Have the technology. There's a staff computer! But it's not entirely a good idea. It would mean taking time out of every day to update, when I should be doing either:. I have a couple of goals for this ...
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A Writer's Lament: September 2006
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A Waste Land of Thought. Friday, September 22, 2006. Prompted 10 Minute Play (Revised). The original draft I had read in class was a bit too vulgar in language so I rephrased some statements for those not easily offended over profane military jargon and homophobic slurs. Better this way anyway, more solid. A 10 Minute Play I Accidentally Wrote. Jeremy Thompson: A young soldier, serving his second month in Iraq. Mark Fuller: A fresh-off-the-plane new recruit. Mechanic: An Army Engineers Corp mechanic.
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A Writer's Lament: Prompted 10 Minute Play (Revised)
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A Waste Land of Thought. Friday, September 22, 2006. Prompted 10 Minute Play (Revised). The original draft I had read in class was a bit too vulgar in language so I rephrased some statements for those not easily offended over profane military jargon and homophobic slurs. Better this way anyway, more solid. A 10 Minute Play I Accidentally Wrote. Jeremy Thompson: A young soldier, serving his second month in Iraq. Mark Fuller: A fresh-off-the-plane new recruit. Mechanic: An Army Engineers Corp mechanic.
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A Writer's Lament: December 2005
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A Waste Land of Thought. Friday, December 16, 2005. So I wrote a novel in one month. You can order it here. And depending on your shipping methods, get it before Christmas. Merry Christmas, everybody. Posted by Travis H. Curran at 12/16/2005 09:58:00 AM. Thursday, December 15, 2005. My First Short Play. The stage is dark. A bright spotlight comes on, illuminating a Man standing centerstage. Jesus, that's bright! Spolight goes out. The stage is completely dark again. Ah Jesus. Now this is dark. The playgr...
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A Writer's Lament: Film Noir (beginning)
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A Waste Land of Thought. Thursday, April 06, 2006. She walked into the door. I could smell by her perfume she was trouble. She walked right up to my desk and out came that same old line:. Mister, I need your help. Before speaking I lit up another cigarette. She had come all this way, she could wait. I slowly exhaled, looked up at her from under the brim of my cap, and said,. Honey, you ain’t kiddin. Her voice sounded like she had just been crying. No, Mister, You gotta understand, my husband.
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A Writer's Lament: Punk Rock Musical
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A Waste Land of Thought. Thursday, April 06, 2006. Posted by Travis H. Curran at 4/06/2006 03:34:00 PM. Travis H. Curran. Portland, Maine, Antarctica. Writer, Artist, Adventurer. View my complete profile. Science Fiction, Work-In-Progress. My First Short Play. When I was Seven. I can never think of good titles these days. I only believe what I read in:. Is my friend Kacy. She is my best friend. Is my friend Jake. He is very funny. Is my friend Chris. God, I love that movie. So it goes.".
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A Writer's Lament: January 2006
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A Waste Land of Thought. Friday, January 20, 2006. Ten seconds go by. Man in House Right Audience Front Row sits up and shouts to his left. So, what did you think? Woman in House Left Audience Middle Row looks back at him. I liked it. A bit short, but I liked it. A Second Man sitting to the Back Row of the House Center replies. But what was the point of it? Maybe that was the point. My kneejerk reaction is that to having my time wasted. But it was only ten seconds. That’s barely noticeable. The director’...
