The Shooting Script for Hollywood Bus Stop: Naked Reading the Second will be available as a PDF to patrons only from February 1st 2018. An MP3 audio recording of the script is also uploaded (55 minutes long). The manuscript itself looks set to exceed 50,000 words. Work on the project continues… Your Humble Narrator is reminded time and again that writing brings serenity to the otherwise chaotic mind.
NB: This reading will be available to subscribers only – 2018 is the year in which The Naked Blonde Writer can no longer work for free.
“And even though literary investigation may bear no real fruit, I must continue to write this out for myriad reasons, not least of which is the fact that – even to this day – I still find it difficult to believe, even though I possess all the photographs and documents of verification – I still find it difficult to believe that what I am about to write really did happen in my life. In Hollywood, it really did happen… But this story, dearest reader, is not about me…”
–Hollywood Bus Stop, The Dark Side of Tinsel Town.
Who can work for £1.00 per week?
Your Naked Blonde Writer.
Question: How is this possible?
Answer: A calculator has ascertained that if all those who follow this blog pledged One English pound per week The Naked Blonde Writer could write, recite and record for Avid Readers, Attentive Listeners and Glorious Voyeurs until her allocated Time on Earth halts or the ink runs out of the pen…
Dearest Readers, Watchers, Listeners,
You have been with her for seven years – you came for The Naked Reading, this we know. The first book was produced under tremendous financial, emotional and intellectual pressure – but written it was, then performed naked, then recorded for eleven hours by voice. All the work was offered for free, for the love of literature, culture and nudity. Courageous, vulnerable and impecunious to the core… we can do this like that no more…
The next project – The Hollywood Bus Stop – requires patronage.
Question: How many followers will pledge £1.00 per week?
Answer: 4,000 through Patreon or through Paypal.
Cash is a concept which confuses your humble narrator (hence the calculator),
but – alas! no author can subsist alone on bread & water,
and so to patrons we suggest,
a pledge to your Naked Blonde Writer…
in anticipation of Courageously Vulnerable Naked Literature To Be Continued…
Midnight marks the start of another insomniacal session in servitude to The Mighty Pen… this clock tick-tocks beside me… a delicate refrain… it has served humanity some two hundred and forty years and shall surely continue on long after I am gone… unless the work can acquire immortality… who was holding this pocket watch in 1777… another writer… awake late at night in the delicious solitude of the suicide hours only real writers can truly take on without sinking into profound despair… ticking is a quiet assurance against the Kafkaesque critic creeping up the stairs… I must resist… I must finish this first draft of The Dark Side of Tinsel Town… despite perpetual poverty, a writer’s destiny… ours is not to question why… just “write it, damn you” Joyce used to say, “what else are you good for?” … to the manuscript as if to the front, let two hundred years of time tick along beside my lines… I remember T.S. Eliot writing, “Midnight shakes the memory, Like a madman shakes a dead geranium.”
Made in the 16th Century – circa 1777, this pocket watch is ticking beside me as I type. For the author who created a factory in the first novel which she named Tick Tock, for the inconquerability of Time, for the New Year now upon us, your humble narrator shall attempt to elaborate on this artefact in a literary manner commensurate with its beauty… to be continued…
Literary Resolutions for 2018:
1; “If you are doing business with a religious sonnovabitch, get it in writing. His word isn’t worth shit, not with the ‘Good Lord’ telling him how to fuck you on the deal.” — William S. Burroughs.
2; “Do not cast your pearls before swine.” — Source Unknown, (tell me if you know).
3; “Above all else, Know Thyself.” — Socrates. Later developed by Shakespeare for the mouth of Polonius in Hamlet as, “this, above all else – to thine own self be true…”
The Hollywood Bus Stop; opening paragraphs have been posted to Patreon in search of patrons to assist in funding the development of this book. Please visit the page and consider supporting your Naked Blonde Writer to finish the first draft, produce a Naked Reading of Chapter 1 and an audio book. https://www.patreon.com/posts/16075149
It was very late. I was in a room full of books; books which had not been touched for years. I love the smell of old books and that gorgeous loneliness which comes in the very early hours when the world is silent, safely surrounded by all those pages, written by all those brilliant minds and hearts who dared to leave messages for us… I chose at random; took out the first book which seemed to call for a look. It was a collection by the beautiful Robert Browning… I began to read. There was no sound except the camera clicking… the photographer stood over my shoulder when suddenly I saw the date of publication: of all the choices in the room, I had taken a book published on the exact same date on which I was now reading it – 154 years later… dead writers, living writers… a psychic universe… writers are telepathic… I didn’t choose the book that night; that book chose me.
The Naked Blonde Writer’s favourite Browning poem: My Last Duchess.