11/5/90 Why leaves change color in theA long time ago martians came to Earth and the zapped all the tress on the Earth. Then when fall came and all the leaf were red, green, yellow. But they fell off. And ever year it does the same thing.
Sweet. You can see the imagination working overtime with this one. I was probably asked to write something about how leaves REALLY change color. Not having a clue or caring I came up with that.
My mom recently came across this old notebook of my writings. All of the stories inside were written some time between 1990 and 1991. Going through the writings now you can tell what things interested me at the time. One story was called Rad Racing, which was during my obsession with the RAD movie. Another one was called Super Force, the inspiration was all the Jean Claude Van Damme movies I watched constantly.
The book itself is looking pretty rough so I thought I would start posting the stories here. The will be posted exactly like they were written, not changing anything. I will call this series of posts Sir Robbie Rob’s Time Machine.
One thing I noticed after reading the stories, my handwriting was better at 11 years old than it is now. Snap! The first page looks like something I wrote after the first day of school.
9-13-90 My first day of school…
One day I had to go to school it was the first day of prison. I couldn’t eat a thing because I was nervous so much. I had to go didn’t I so I did.
Writing. blah. It is something I’m not very good at doing. For the past couple of years (probably since I started this blog) I have been wanting to work on building up the skills. Much like everything else it, I never have gotten around to actually doing it. I’m hoping that is in the process of changing. Since Andrea and I started this Script to Screen class I feel like my brain has been given a jolt. I wrote my first script for the short film called, SNAFU, and I have more ideas I want to get down on paper. To help me keep moving things along I bought The Write-Brain Workshop. It’s a creative writing workshop in a book that is supposed to help “liberate your writing”. Andrea is already going through this workbook and posting her entries, not something I think I will be doing. But I hope it will translate to other writings that will be posted here. blah.
