How Do You Know When Its Good Enough?

[NOIRTRASH]

My vision gets worse by the day. More and more my activities are done by touch alone. Online text is right up against impossible to decipher. But my noodle cranks out bunnies like before, and I'm 'writing' a tale that seems promising. I call it NERVOUS NELLY. Its a murder/hardcrime loving wives saga built t around a character I call Dickie Nelson. Friends call him 'Nelly.'

Nelly buys the content of a storage unit, and finds two thing s inside the storage unit: One old army footlocker filled with cash, and one crate filled with remains of a long dead Mafia gangster like Jimmy Hoffa. The man vanished almost 50 years ago. He rushes home to tell the wife and finds her in bed with her boss. She isn't interested at all about the cash, or anything else Nelly has to say. The Mafia and FBI want the cash and the corpse. Nelly stays one step ahead of both.

It has promise, and feels like a noir/hardcrime winner a la Elmore Leonard.

 

[SusanJillParker]

My vision gets worse by the day. More and more my activities are done by touch alone. Online text is right up against impossible to decipher. But my noodle cranks out bunnies like before, and I'm 'writing' a tale that seems promising. I call it NERVOUS NELLY. Its a murder/hardcrime loving wives saga built t around a character I call Dickie Nelson. Friends call him 'Nelly.'

Nelly buys the content of a storage unit, and finds two thing s inside the storage unit: One old army footlocker filled with cash, and one crate filled with remains of a long dead Mafia gangster like Jimmy Hoffa. The man vanished almost 50 years ago. He rushes home to tell the wife and finds her in bed with her boss. She isn't interested at all about the cash, or anything else Nelly has to say. The Mafia and FBI want the cash and the corpse. Nelly stays one step ahead of both.

It has promise, and feels like a noir/hardcrime winner a la Elmore Leonard.

I used to believe that it was good enough when I was tired of reading it. Now, my measure of good is when it flows.

I have a propensity to repeat myself but I attribute that to style and, of course, not using an editor.

My sympathies about your vision, Jim. I can't imagine losing my sight.

My four much older brothers were all enforcers and leg breakers for the mob and with me having grown up in the North End of Boston, controlled by the Mafia, it was the safest place to live.

Good luck with your story. It sounds like a winner.

 

[NOIRTRASH]

I used to believe that it was good enough when I was tired of reading it. Now, my measure of good is when it flows.

I have a propensity to repeat myself but I attribute that to style and, of course, not using an editor.

My sympathies about your vision, Jim. I can't imagine losing my sight.

My four much older brothers were all enforcers and leg breakers for the mob and with me having grown up in the North End of Boston, controlled by the Mafia, it was the safest place to live.

Good luck with your story. It sounds like a winner.

I fool my wife because I function well tho I don't dare drive and cant read labels at the grocery store. My professional training is disabilities (brain, paralysus, psychiatric, and addictions) and our attitude os MOVE ON! So I do what I made my patients do. GET OVER IT. But my WORD files use BIG text.

As time passes my standard is DOES IT WORK. I want no WTF!!! surprises. When a character is surrounded by 10,000 mother fuckers and runs outta bullets, please don't make her leap into the air and fly away. When she pulls a rabbit from her hat make the rabbit real. I wanna think I COULDA HAD A V8! at such times.

 

[NOIRTRASH]

I assume you don't know when its right. No surprise.

 

[SusanJillParker]

I assume you don't know when its right. No surprise.

Alas, perhaps you are right.

It's much easier to know when things are wrong instead of right.

"What's wrong?" Susan's boyfriend looked at her with curiosity and concern. "What's the matter?"

Susan turned red with embarrasssment.

"I don't know but it just doesn't look right to me," she said turning to look in the mirror.

"What? What doesn't look right?"

"You promise not to laugh?"

"I promise not to laugh."

"I think I put my bra on backwards," said Susan turning around to show her boyfriend her back tits.

"Actually, Susan, I have this urge to go dancing with you, dirty dancing," he said with a dirty laugh while opening and closing his horny hands.

 

[NOIRTRASH]

Alas, perhaps you are right.

It's much easier to know when things are wrong instead of right.

"What's wrong?" Susan's boyfriend looked at her with curiosity and concern. "What's the matter?"

Susan turned red with embarrasssment.

"I don't know but it just doesn't look right to me," she said turning to look in the mirror.

"What? What doesn't look right?"

"You promise not to laugh?"

"I promise not to laugh."

"I think I put my bra on backwards," said Susan turning around to show her boyfriend her back tits.

"Actually, Susan, I have this urge to go dancing with you, dirty dancing," he said with a dirty laugh while opening and closing his horny hands.

I may be wrong but I'm reading an old James M.Cain book that seems almost perfect but it may fail yet. To my way of thinking the plot and characters are perfection and showing me the real ropes for weaving a decent noir mystery yarn. Some art looks like perfection from 10 inches or ten feet.

 

[SusanJillParker]

I may be wrong but I'm reading an old James M.Cain book that seems almost perfect but it may fail yet. To my way of thinking the plot and characters are perfection and showing me the real ropes for weaving a decent noir mystery yarn. Some art looks like perfection from 10 inches or ten feet.

One of my favorite books of his was, of course, The Postman Always Rings Twice.

I saw the original movie with Lana Turner and James Gardner when I was a kid but the remake with Jessica Lange and Jack Nicholson was so much better, especially the scene where they had sex on the kitchen table.

I took a couple courses in screenwriting, enough to know that screenwriting wasn't for me. Screenplays are only 120 pages and mostly all dialogue. I'd rather write everything, the background and the character development, without giving up control to the director and actors.

My screenplay professor was famous for writing all most of the screenplays of Moonlighting with Bruce Willis and Cybill Shepherd. He said that they hated one another and continuing interrupted production by arguing on the set.

Maybe they just should have had sex to get that out of their systems (lol).

"I'm fine now," said Bruce. "Cybill was gracious enough to give me a blowjob."

"Yeah, well, if his cock was bigger," said Cybill with a laugh, "I would have allowed him to cum in my mouth.

 

[rjordan]

"How do you know when it's good enough?" needs a qualifier at the end.

"That's good enough for the girls we date?" is a well-known and reliable standard for most endeavors.

rj