For a while I’ve been frustrated by an inability to take Star and Scribe any further. I’ve had the perfect storm of writers’ block inducing If you want some awesome advice on what NOT to do as a writer, watch Plinkett’s reviews of The Phantom Menace and Attack of the Clones. After re-watching his evisceration [...]

“This car has OnStar,” Edmund complained, breaking the long silence since the four had leaped from a dumpster, dashed to the parking lot, and stolen the first car they saw with four new tires and a decent steering system. He leaned forward and pointed at the dash of the car they had stolen from the [...]

“Picture is up!” the Assistant Director called out. “Quiet.” A nervous hush fell over the set. The Assistant Director’s eyes slowly panned across the room. Everyone stared back like frightened deer. The boom operator’s arms tensed and he swallowed in fear, willing the microphone not to pick up any unwanted sound. The Third Assistant Director [...]

“Eddie.” The sound had no effect, as if it were the distant sound of caterers setting up lunch. It had no meaning. “Eddie.” A vague flicker of familiarity tugged at Edmund’s mind, but not enough to help him connect the sound he was hearing to the idea that it was his name. “Eddie. Wake up, [...]

“At what point do I get to find out what we are doing?” Edmund asked. They were sitting in the least conspicuous vehicle they owned— a silver BMW 328i— parked in front of a drab apartment building in Atwater Village. Jane shushed him. She refocused the binoculars she was holding and strained to look through [...]

“I have a proposal for you,” Jane called out in her particularly sultry tone. Edmund looked up from his armchair to see her enter his study for the second time that night. Her swollen, bruised, and torn arm was neatly bandaged and stowed in a sling to prevent the stitches holding her skin together from [...]

The limousine pulled toward the Kodak Theatre. Edmund sighed and looked up from the game he was playing on his PSP. Jane was staring out the window. Her face was stone cold, but her fingers kept tapping against one another and fidgeting with the lace on her gown. Ozzy sat across from them, his eyes [...]