I just re-watched Inception and now the idea of using time in writing stories is going to keep me up all night.

For example, Harold Pinter’s “Betrayal” (sadlarious story about Pinter to follow…) is in my opinion almost structurally perfect, as a the play begins with the end of a love affair and concludes with its….wait for it….inception (mind. blown.) as we the audience are left breathless at this finale, knowing that this sweet beginning will culminate in ugly fights, and cruel British words over pints.

I keep trying to write something structurally intriguing, but I don’t think my powers are there yet. To really be able to play successfully with time in storytelling, you need to be a much bigger literary badass than I am. I do however, have the outline for a play with a pretty neat trick to it. I hope I get the time to write it soon. Let’s just say, for the lead actor, I need a Latino male who can bike like Lance Armstrong for about an hour whilst reciting dialogue. Yeah, put that casting call out. I’m sure it will be a most amusing audition ; )

Pinter Story: In conclusion. (If I already posted this, forgive me.) Harold Pinter, playwriting LEGEND was supposed to speak at my graduation from Central. Woohoo! But the day of…he’s not there. And my mum has flown all the way from DC to London to be there! Fuck! In addition, I look very unappealing in the cap and gown. So I grumble “Somebody better be dead for this to be so lame….” and – you know where this is going, and I’ve already called ahead to reserve a warm spot in hell – Harold Pinter dies days later. The lesson? Guns don’t kill people. Disappointment does.