One Shot

My sister witnessed a shooting yesterday. The poor gal is messed up. Is it odd that I felt jealousy? She gets to feel adrenaline and fear. Something that she'll remember for a long time, a change in her busy life. Her emotional state has been altered! The trauma you could draw from that for an artistic pursuit makes me furiously jealous. That's a scene in a movie! A stroke of red paint for an artist! She is lucky to experience it, as some people will never experience it at all.

I've added a new page on this website called One Shot: A Quick Story that may or may not even have an ending. It's more for a random thought or scene that pops into my head, allowing me to work it out. The one I added was inspired by a YouTuber I was watching. She wore a red professional blouse and thick-framed glasses and sat in a large armchair. Well, my thoughts went to a particular place and, well, read for yourself. I'm not looking to wow anyone; as I said, it's a place for incoherent ideas to be written out. Also, it'll give me the courage to start publishing real stories or chapters from my novel or novella. 

I'm much more focused on writing now, and the urge to make an actual film has fallen by the wayside. I don't know; I'm just tired. To make a film, I'll have to save money, get a team, pitch it, rewrite, location scout, casting, etc. It's a lot of rewarding work, but I love sitting at my desk and working out stories. So simple. Just me and my imagination.