“If At First You Don’t Succeed, Try, Try Again. Then Give Up. There’s No Use In Being A Damn Fool About It.” –W. C. FIELDS

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I Just Love This One.

Mainly Because I’ve Been Trying To Write For Nearly 30-Years…

…And I’m Still Trying…

…And Trying…

…Into Infinity.

Well…

…Almost.

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“THE STATION’S PUMP” by Bradley Alan (2003 and 2012) (Rated “R”)

Alright, My Peeps…

…Here’s One For Y’all To Check-Out.

Hope You Dig It.

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The Setting: An Older, Rundown Looking Gas-Station/Bait-Shop Out In The Middle Of “Nowhere B.F.E.” (So Pick A Place In North Dakota, South Dakota, Montana, Wyoming, Etc Etc.)

The Characters: There Are TWO (2) In This Scene, “THE MAN” And “THE CLERK“.

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–It’s Nearing 10PM–

–A Car Pulls-Up Outside The Station, Next To The Pumps.

A Man Gets Out Of The Car, Looks At The Pumps, Then Looks Over To The Station’s Door And Begins Walking Toward It.

The Man Enters The Rundown Gas-Station/Bait-Shop, And It’s Obvious To The Clerk That The Man Is Very Tense.–

THE MAN:

(Calmly, But Not Too Calm)

Would You Help Me With An Issue, Sir, I’d Very Much Appreciate It.

THE CLERK:

(Curiously And Calmly)

Well, We’ll See Son. What’s Yer Issue?

THE MAN:

(A Little Less Calmer Than Before)

I Want To Know If You Have A Gun In This Store. And If You Do, I’d Appreciate Your Giving It To Me.

–Following The Question, The Man Reaches Behind Himself And Slowly Pulls A .45-Pistol From The Back Of His Pants.–

THE MAN:

(With A Little More Tension In His Voice)

I Would Gladly Pay For It, Sir. And I Promise Not To Shoot You. I Just Need The Gun.

–The Clerk Stands Frozen.

The Man Continues Talking.–

THE MAN:

(A Little More Forceful)

Look, Sir, I Have Someone Chasing Me, And They’ve Got A Lot More Firepower. I Can’t Get Help From The Police Because They Say I Haven’t Got Enough Evidence To Support My Claims, Though I Think Chasing Me With Intent To Kill Me Would Mean I Have SOMETHING! RIGHT?!

–The Clerk Continues To Stare At The Man, All The While Trying Not To Move.–

THE MAN:

(Forceful And A Bit More Nervous Sounding)

Just, PLEASE, Give Me Your Gun. You Have My Word I Won’t Shoot. I’ll Even Stop Pointing It, Okay?

THE CLERK:

(Agitated, But Agreeable)

Okay, Mister, Okay!

–The Clerk Slowly Turns And Then Steps Back Into A Small Parlor. He Slowly Retrieves His 12-Guage Pump-Shotgun.–

THE CLERK:

(Almost Meekly)

It Ain’t Even Loaded Yet, Mister.

–The Clerk Says This As The Man Is Turning His Pistol Away.

At That Moment, The Clerk Turns The Shotgun Toward The Man And Quickly Chambers A Shell With A Fast Pump.–

THE CLERK:

(Very Calmly, Almost Snickering)

Now, Don’t You Move, Son.

–The Man Appears To Be Totally Shocked At The Clerk’s Actions.–

THE MAN:

(With Great Tension And Surprise)

SHIT! Look, Sir, You Don’t Understand…

–The Clerk Moves Closer To The Man.–

THE CLERK:

(Almost As Calmly As Before, But With Added Annoyance)

Understand Nothin’. I’m Callin’ The Po-lice, And You Can Explain It All To Them.

–The Clerk Slowly Moves Toward The Phone.–

THE MAN:

(Frantically)

Jesus Christ! SIR, PLEASE, I’m Begging You! People Are Coming! They’ll Kill Me AND You!

THE CLERK:

(Forcefully)

Listen! That’s Enough, Now! I’m Callin’ The Po-lice, So You Just Drop Your Gun!

–The Clerk Grabs The Phone With One Hand, Keeping The Shotgun Steadily Aimed At The Man.–

THE MAN:

(Frantically)

OH, FUCK IT! I’m Dead Any Way This Goes!

–The Man Is Teary And His Voice Is Now Scratchy, And He’s Almost Gasping For Breath. He Looks Like He’s About To Crack. He Slowly Turns His Gun Toward Himself, And Then Presses The Muzzle Of The Gun To His Right Temple. He Pulls Back The Hammer.–

THE MAN:

(Frantic And Basically Crying)

FUCK IT! JUST FUCK IT!

–The Clerk, Now Realizing The Man Is About To Shoot Himself, Quickly Yells–

THE CLERK:

(Super Frantically)

NO! WAIT!

–The Clerk Removes His Finger From The Shotgun’s Trigger And Moves The Barrel To The Side, Pointing It Away From The Man.

Just Ask Quickly, The Man Turns His Gun Toward The Clerk And Shoots Him, Once, Clean Through The Left Eye.–

THE MAN:

(Calm And Cool As A Mountain Lake)

Wait For What?

–The Man Then Cleans Out All The Cash In The Station. He Takes The Pump-Shotgun. He Exits The Station. He Then Fills The Gas-Tank On His Car. He Takes One Last Look Around, And Then Calmly Drives Off.–

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How’s ’bout Them Apples?!

Could You See It Well Enough?!

Does It Work For You?!

It Was Originally Written In 2003.

I Was Writing A “Crime-Drama” Type Thing At The Time, But Ended-Up Scrapping The Whole Thing EXCEPT For THIS ONE SCENE.

I’ve Always Felt It Could/Would Be Used Somewhere In My Writings, But I’d Never Found A Place For It.

So I Figured I’d Blog-It-Up For Y’all.

It’s Nothing Fancy, I Know.

I Just Liked The Idea That This Guy’s Only Real Intent Was Getting The Clerk To Show Him The Shotgun So He Knew He Wouldn’t Get Blown Away With It.

As Soon As The Clerk Turns It Away From Him, He Takes The Clerk Out With One Shot.

Then He’s Free To Rob The Store Of Its Cash, Tank-Up The Car, And He’s Got Himself A Nifty New Shotgun To Help Him Pull-Off Any Other Capers He Has Planned While He’s Out-&-About.

It Was All For Show.

He Just Needed To Know Where The Guy Had His Gun.

All I Did Here, While Blogging It To Y’all…

…Honestly…

…Wasn’t Much.

I Just Smoothed-Out The Rough Edges.

Well…

…Some Of ‘Em, Anyway.

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I Continue To Dig Around Through My Old, Wooden Chest…

…And Find Notes

…And…

Notes

…And…

…Hmm…

…OH YEAH…

NOTES!

Guess I Really Did Take The Statement To Heart When They Said…

When In Doubt, Or When You’re Certain, WRITE IT DOWN!

So…

…Well…

…I Did.

A LOT Of It.

I Even Found Two Small “STAR TREK LOG BOOKS” That Were Set-Up Like A Diary Would Be.

THE CAPTAIN’S LOG BOOK

…And…

THE SHIP’S LOG BOOK

…Both Nicely Bound Books…

…Loaded With Blank Pages.

Except…

…Mine Aren’t Blank Anymore.

They’re Filled With Notes About Life Events That I Thought Would Make For Interesting Scenes In Books, Plays, And/Or Screenplays.

It’s Crazy.

They’re Over 100-Pages Apiece…

…And They’re Filled With Hand-Written Notes.

Notes About People.

Notes About Places.

Notes About Situations.

Notes About Event-Sequences.

Notes Notes NOTES!!!

Good God, My Peeps.

I Knew I’d Written A Lot…

…But Some Of These I Still Don’t Remember Ever Writing.

The “STAR TREK LOG BOOKS” Are Both Filled With Info About Life Experiences During My NAVY DAYS!

O.M.F.G.

I Don’t Know If This Is A “JACKPOT” Type Situation…

…But It Feels That Way.

I’m So Happy I Took The Time To Write So Much Down…

…I Just Wish I Could Have Made It More Flowing And/Or Cohesive.

Some Are.

Some Are Just…

…Sheesh…

Scattered AND Scatterbrained?

Yeah.

Scattered AND Scatterbrained.

Those Terms Work Well Enough.

I Guess Step One Will Be Going Through All Of This Stuff…

…Page By Page…

…And Organizing It Based On Content.

I Know The Writing Process Is Long And Drawn-Out At Times…

…As I’ve Been A Budding Writer…

…Off And On…

…Since My First Short-Story…

…In, Or Around, 1985.

It Was About A Tsunami.

That’s All I Really Remember.

That AND It Had Multiple Pages.

It Wasn’t Good.

Hey, Cut Me Some Slack!

Sheesh.

ANYWAY…

…The Notes I’m Looking Over Go All The Way Back To 1996…

…And Come Forward To The New Notes I’ve Taken As Of Today.

Guess I Was Planning For A Career That Never Happened.

Maybe NOW Is The Time, Eh?!

MAYBE!!!

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I’m Watching This One As We Speak, And Figured “Why Not Give ‘Er Ye Ole Rebloggin’ing?!” So Yeah, Why Not, Ya Know?!
‘Tis A Nifty Little Flick, So I’m Sure It Could Use A Little Reblogging About Now. πŸ˜‰
GOT ANYTHING WORTH WATCHING, My Peeps?!
And Just WHAT Would It Be?!
-B.

"You Jivin' Me, Turkey?"

You Know The Word.

We All Do.

Some Of Us Use It Quite Often, Honestly.

β€œSHOCKβ€œ

Yep.

An Often Used Word, Indeed.

So What Would You Do If I Asked You…

"Hey There, Have You Ever Seen The VINCENT PRICE Flick "SHOCK" Before?"

??? ??? ???

Yeah.

Chances Are You’d Say…

"VINCENT PRICE Did A Movie Called "SHOCK"?!? I Hadn't The Foggiest!!!"

Okay…

…So You Might Not Say It Exactly Like That.

In Fact…

…I’m The Only Person I Know Of These Days Who Still Says..

"I Hadn't The Foggiest."

BUT…

…That’s Not The Point Of This.

THE POINT…

…Is…

…Right Now…

…At This Very Moment…

…I’m Writing To Y’all About This Flick WHILE I’m Watching It.

The Flick Is…

β€œSHOCKβ€œ

(1946)

…Starring…

VINCENT PRICE

&

LYNN BARI

&

ANABEL SHAW

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Basically…

…The Plot Is Rather Simple.

A Woman Named…

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Thoughts AND Questions… …Sunday Edition

Alright, My Peeps.

Now That I’ve Found All My Old Notes…

…Rough-Drafts…

…Scrawlings And Scribblings…

…Character Lists…

…Plot Outlines…

…The Works…

…I Find Myself In A State Of Pure DISARRAY!

There’s So Much To Work With That I’m Overwhelmed.

I’m Muddled.

I’m Fog’ishly Foggy.

I Must Must MUST Get Organized.

There’s Just So Much.

So SO MUCH.

The Task Is A Bit Heavy, To Be Honest.

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QUESTION #1:

HOW DO Y’ALL GET ORGANIZED?!

QUESTION #2:

WHAT DO YOU DO SPECIFICALLY THAT BRINGS ABOUT THE BEST RESULTS FOR YOURSELF?!

QUESTION #3:

HOW DO YOU DECIDE WHICH OF YOUR THOUGHTS/PROJECTS ARE THE MOST IMPORTANT TO BE HANDLED AT THAT PARTICULAR TIME?!

QUESTION #4:

WHICH DO YOU PUT FIRST…

…YOUR BLOG…

…OR…

…YOUR LARGER PROJECTS?!?!

QUESTION #5:

DID YOU JUST GRAB MY ASS?!?!

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I’m Very Curious As To What Y’all Will Say.

I Have So Many Different Directions To Go, Yet Am Hampered By The Fact That There’s Only ONE Me.

Well, Only ONE Me That I Have Access To, I Suppose.

And I Just Can’t Wrap My Head Around This One.

What’s My Better Material?

What Characters Do I Have The Most Established In My Notes?

What Notes Do I Have That Are Closest To A Finalized Idea?

Work On The Novel?

Work On The Other Novel?

Work On The Screenplay?

Work On The Pieces That Have No Set Format, Yet?

Work wORk worK

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BRADLEY = OVERWHELMED

BRADLEY = DISTRESSED

BRADLEY = LOST In A VAST Horde Of GRAND Possibilities

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I Need ADVICE, My Peeps.

How Do I Settle-Upon Any ONE THING, And Run With It, When There’s So SO MUCH To Work-With/Choose-From

???? ??? ????

YOUR THOUGHTS, PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE, My Peeps?!?

PLLLLEEEEAAAASSSSE?!?!?

“Don’t Walk In Front Of Me, I May Not Follow…”

“…Don’t Walk Behind Me, I May Not Lead. Walk Beside Me, And Be My Friend.

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