Hazy Creative Process
It’s cigarette smoke. Yeah, I’ll do a thing about cigarette smoke, maybe pull Freddy out again. Make fun of his accent, do a scene of cool cigarette smoking and some sort of wit and/or philosophy.
That splotchy bit up top looks like a moon. Soooooo, smoking in the moonlight? Romance! Or at least angst. Wistfulness?
Maybe have him bounce off someone besides Bonnie. Maybe Guy, have them talk about girls, and kinda dance around the issue of them both having a thing for Bonnie. Except…
Except Venture Bros kinda killed that scene for me with Monarch and Phantom Limb in the restaurant. Monarch was right; that shit would be too high school.
Man. I wonder what’s worse, the fact that Monarch’s right or the fact that I’m following a fictional character’s advice. And of course, it occurs to me that it’s the first time for the first one, and not at all the first time for the latter option there. But that’s nothing to do with anything and…
And…shit, that’s not just a haze of smoke, is it? That’s a guy. That’s, that’s totally a guy in like, a white shirt. And maybe-glasses. And…a Luffy hat? Holy shit, that’s totally a Luffy hat, isn’t it?
Is he throwing a punch? There’s something kind of kung-fu-ish about his stance. So maybe that’s the story, a fight. A bar fight, where the haziness is the smoke and haze in the bar.
So, okay, I’ll have him and some other guys coming out of the bar post fight. Smiling. And I’ll do this thing about how they shouldn’t be smiling. Because they might get in some deep trouble for this bar fight, and because it’s nothing to be proud of (except it totally is).
But mostly, right, they shouldn’t be smiling because it’ll just make their split lips worse. That’ll be my swerve in the opening. Gotta have that swerve, yeah? Not quite a twist, just like a…zig when logic says zag, but still following a sort of logic. That’s kinda my thing, right? I think. Maybe.
Anyway. So who are these guys and why are they fighting and…and where’s the picture tie in if I don’t really plan on going into the fight (and I don’t.). Maybe…maybe one of the gang who didn’t get involved in the fight snapped the picture? And they’re all “hey, look at this cool picture on my digital camera” and the end.
Um. Is he holding something? Kinda…kinda looks like a wheel.
Well, there goes the fight story. G’bye fight story. See you later, I’m sure.
So. Foggy Nelson there’s holding a wheel and kinda hazy and is wearing a Luffy hat, and that means…something with a ship. At sea.
Maybe he’s all “Fog. And big waves. Grrrrrrreat.” Yeah. I’ll do this big sardonic weather report from a (tee-hee) seaman (hahahahha, “seaman”, hahahahhaha).
Except…except I can’t think of anything to do with the sea. I could just mine and remix something out of One Piece, some vague vibe of ocean and adventure and…eh. That rings cheaply, even in the hallowed hall of my hacky desperation.
(What’s with all the alliteration in that last paragraph? Seriously.)
S’funny. Tonight, I’ve got nothing in regards to old la mar. Tomorrow, I’ll be a mere healthy stream of piss away from the sea. Well, later today, judging by the lil’ AM next to the time there. Or I guess “yesterday” since I’m doing this a day early. Wow, it’s like a time travel paradox. Except totally not.
Hm, that’s a good metaphor, the piss thing. I think. Maybe. Should I run with that? Get all stompy-bitter seadoggy and write with my fists and…and stuff?
I really have no idea what to write for this week.
