English Deutsch Français Italiano Español Português 繁體中文 Bahasa Indonesia Tiếng Việt ภาษาไทย
All categories

2006-12-05 14:35:01 · 6 answers · asked by ibid 3 in Arts & Humanities Books & Authors

Well, I actually do have a Shakespearan script developed (Act 1.1) but I need to open up with some more fresh, original ideas. I already came up with some formulaic plotlines: A girl meets a detective, falls in love, the detective saves her life from Jacqueline the Ripper. Another one, a bond between three friends turns into a trip to remember in a hunt for treasure. And another one, WWII some Jews are hidden in a French cafe by its owners.

2006-12-05 14:47:52 · update #1

Well, Johnnie, as you just said, it can be creative.

2006-12-05 14:50:42 · update #2

Well, Johnnie, as you just said, it can be creative.

2006-12-05 14:50:44 · update #3

Its just ideas. I don't need full-fledged stories or a novel. It can be corny, cheesy but it might help me think of something in addition to my working script.

2006-12-05 14:51:55 · update #4

I don't need any more "a writer who can't write and posting on Yahoo!" crap. I am serious about my craft and all I need are simple ideas, can't you people understand that? If you're going to post any more nonsense, I'll alert you as offensive

2006-12-05 14:54:14 · update #5

Stephen W

I want to make this plot seem accessible to my audience. I don't want them to feel as if they have to listen to it, but enthralled, excited and overjoyed by its humor and drama. WWII seems like an interesting idea, although its depressive and I don't think my play will be enjoyed by my peers, as they will feel disinterested and bored.

2006-12-05 15:02:47 · update #6

I was born in the slums of Calcutta and was raised by Mother Teresa. At the age of two, I was sent by the Missionaries of Charity to Mongolia, where I was kidnapped by a band of crazed nomads and raised on the steppes, drinking fermented mare's milk three times a day (to keep my bones strong). At the age of five, remnants of the KGB stole me across the Mongolian border and I was sent across the Trans-Siberian Railroad to Moscow, where I endured the hardships of post-Communist life under the perpetually drunken Boris Yeltsin.

2006-12-05 15:10:07 · update #7

Clarrissa!Clarrisa! Clarrisa!
Wherefore have thine own grace not shown thyself in Mrs. Pinkerton's sware? Were it not for her graciousness, thy wouldn't stroll in the halls with such swagger!

2006-12-05 15:14:41 · update #8

We escaped to Hollywood (Florida) and my father contacted the consulate; the FBI immediately retrieved our papers, and we went on our way to Washington D.C. Along the way, we stopped to meet a few of my father's friends. Now you see, my new father loved making friends with people of all religions. We had lunch with an Orthodox Jew called Jack, who was as kosher in his business dealings as in his eating habits...(dinner break, be back later) Part III after a dinner break that lasted about 6 months...well, I don't know how to continue this one.

2006-12-05 15:15:12 · update #9

My sight is lost. Everything around is turning in chaos. I've been down in this road for quite a long time. The Nazis stormed into my house one night and ransacked everything--everything from my mother's prized jewels to my dad's account books and stock bonds. We were bound for America. Now, that is not so. We are the lucky one says dad--he always seems to be plenty optiministic even in the most dismal of situations. Sullen, tired, sore from all the running, I slumped down in my corner and felt a great pang of fear. Was there a God? I wondered this as I reflected back what I witnessed--people dying around me, people desperate, I was conflicted.

2006-12-05 15:23:10 · update #10

6 answers

There once was a boy who hated to do his own homework. He found a new method. He went online. No, not to myspace.com, as he decided to ask yahoo.com answers for help with his homework.
He decided to see if he could manipulate people.

Now, how's that working for ya......Dr. Phil.
GOD bless

2006-12-05 14:38:19 · answer #1 · answered by May I help You? 6 · 2 2

I'm constantly amazed and saddened by Q's like this, and there are thousands.

It seems to me, to have the wherewithall to get here, and use the WWW, which is without question, the greatest source for information, and possible inspiration, why do so many ask for help?

I suggest this, no matter if this is homework, or an effort for the next Pulitzer prize. Take anything from your own experiences, and craft it into a "story." Certainly even as a young person, you can ramble for a couple hundred words, even about something inane.

Good luck.

Steven Wolf

2006-12-05 22:53:24 · answer #2 · answered by DIY Doc 7 · 0 0

When I get stumped for an idea I go to this sight and pick a couple of the writing prompts to write about. Soon I have tons of ideas. Here is the link:

http://www.writersdigest.com/writingprompts.asp

Happy Holidays!

2006-12-08 11:24:00 · answer #3 · answered by BookLovr5 5 · 0 0

Write about a writer who can't figure out what to write. Start your story with your character posting a question on-line, trying to find help. Then, have your character get angry because all of the responses aren't any good... including the response saying to "write about a writer who can't figure out what to write." But have your character start a story based on that response anyway, so it is the character who is writing the story, inside the story.

2006-12-05 22:52:20 · answer #4 · answered by Roald Ellsworth 5 · 1 1

lets go for a greed and murder on this one ... a crooked cop who fines his wife in bed with his partner of 20 years of the force ... and a smoking pistol

2006-12-05 22:43:49 · answer #5 · answered by Icon 7 · 0 1

How stupid to ask me for that creative leap without a hint.

Good luck,
Jonnie

2006-12-05 22:49:25 · answer #6 · answered by Jonnie 4 · 0 2

fedest.com, questions and answers