Monday, August 22, 2011

two writers=two drinkers

Here's a little known story about The Blue Dahlia script and Raymond Chandler --

"Paramount Studios put the movie The Blue Dahlia into production before Chandler had written a line of the script. Unfortunately, two weeks into shooting, he had yet to find an ending and was suffering from writer's block. He told his producer, John Houseman, that although he was a recovering alcoholic and had been sober for some time, he could only finish the script if he relapsed completely. Houseman arranged for Paramount to place six secretaries at Chandler's house around the clock. A doctor was hired to give him vitamin shots, as he rarely ate when drinking. Limousines waited outside, ready to run pages at a moments notice..."

I need to write screenplays!

Excerpt from Hemingway & Bailey's Bartending Guide to American Writers.

And one more excerpt regarding William Faulkner --

"In Hollywood, hired by director Howard Hawks to write Road to Glory, Faulkner showed up to a script meeting carrying a brown paper bag. He pulled out a bottle of whiskey, but accidentally sliced his finger unscrewing the cap. If the film's producer thought the meeting was over, he was wrong. Faulkner dragged over a wastepaper basket--so he could gulp the whiskey and drip blood as they hashed out the story."

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Friday, August 12, 2011

levels of rejection

Wikipedia has finally gotten together a website that helps writers figure out which tier their work is landing at assorted literary journals:

http://www.rejectionwiki.com/index.php?title=Main_Page

Helpful, if depressing at times. The writing biz is as complicated as the rest of them.

Saturday, August 6, 2011

brick dust



In voodoo, to ward off those who may mean to harm you, one pours a thin line of brick dust over the threshold of a door. I don't know if it works but it's one of the more attractive potions if you love a nice saffron red hue like I do. I bought some of the dust from a voodoo shop and then the bottle from a witchcraft store. Both were purchased just for a little charm. But in the process of exploring these conjuring stores, I stumbled upon a shopkeeper who wore a boa constrictor like a necklace and I just about fainted. Welcome to New Orleans. Anything goes.