To Me, You Will Always Be (for CH, who lost Doc on 01/01/1999) By Elizabeth Cutright To me, you will always be… running after rocks, and chasing your own tail; that goofy smile across your face, pawing me in a muddy embrace. To me, you will always be… the one that was up for anything […]
Read more "In Remembrance"I’ve been feeling under the weather the last few days – finally succumbing to whatever flu virus is going around – and so I haven’t felt up to writing, let alone creating any new content. Of course I feel tremendous guilt about this. I committed to writing in this blog regularly – hopefully every day, […]
Read more "Overcoming Doubts and Doldrums"The Faintest Ink By Elizabeth Cutright I’m sure you’ve had the experience of happening upon an old piece of writing – maybe a short story from grammar school or a love poem from the 16-year-old-you, maybe even that earnest college paper about the fall of the Roman Empire – and buckling under that powerful cringe […]
Read more "Fail, Fumble and Fall – but make sure to get it all on paper."Rumor Comes to Town By Elizabeth Cutright Whispers dart ’round corners, Tap you on the shoulder, And slip into your ear unseen. Rumor’s come to town today. Tall tales and asinine asides. All scandal & circumstance Laid out before us Like a last supper feast. Protagonist or villan, The teller never really cares. It’s the […]
Read more "Personification: Make a “thing” a character."Opening Scene to Whistling in the Graveyard By Elizabeth Cutright FADE IN: Interior: BEDROOM-6:00am The red numbers of a digital alarm clock read 5:59 am. As they click over to 6:00 am, the radio turns on and Tom Petty’s “American Girl” blares out, tinny and scratchy over the radio’s tiny speaker. A tanned, androgynous hand […]
Read more "Screenplays & Opening Scenes"I’d like to be a poet… By Elizabeth Cutright I want to be a beatnik Finger snaps and a black beret. Have words fall down around me, Ask Kerouac out to play. I want to be a rebel Full of passions and a cause. Words like knives through bullshit. Ask Amira to give me a […]
Read more "When I grow up…"Bulldogs And My Grandmother’s Ghost By Elizabeth Cutright To awaken quite alone in a strange town is one of the most pleasant sensations in the world. You are surrounded by adventure. You have no idea what is in store for you, but you will, if you are wise and know the art of travel, let […]
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