Nathan Bransford, TVWriter™’s favorite publishing know-it-all, is a big believer in hopes and dreams, for writers, readers, and the characters we write and read all about.
You probably already know that motivation is everything in a novel. Nearly everything worth reading flows from a character who wants something and actively goes after it.
The best thing to come out of last night’s fiasco “debate” is this look at it from comedy (and now political) master Ken Levine.
After last night’s utter Shit Show (as “Fake News” journalist, Dana Bash so succinctly put it), if you are still for Trump, please stop reading my blog. Please do not listen to my podcast. Please do not follow me on social media. Unfriend me. Unsubscribe. Block me. I don’t care. Please just GO AWAY. Of course I’m disabling comments, libtard that I am.
And before I get into the debate, let me say this to Trump supporters — I care more about your welfare and safety than you do. I don’t want you to lose your health insurance. I don’t want you to contract COVID-19 and needlessly die. I don’t want your house to be swept away in a flood. I don’t want to see you out of work for two years because of how mishandled this pandemic was. A vote for Trump is shooting YOURSELF in the foot.
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For many, the 1950s is considered television’s “Golden Age.” But as far as I’m concerned, that era expanded in the 1960s and 1970s, during which time I was born and raised in my hometown of Rochester, New York.
As fate would have it, Rochester was one of the test market areas for TV Guide. Who knew, right? I certainly didn’t, not while I was reading and loving every page of the latest edition of that magazine, every week.
I very much looked forward to buying TV Guide every seven days. And I would run, not walk, but RUN to the corner store every end-of-summer to purchase the special, expanded FALL PREVIEW issue.
LB’S NOTE: Really, it is…assuming that streaming is TV. The way definitions are changing, this sly, funny, insane series probably could just as easily be called a multi-part feature film.
But that’s not my point. I’ve watched the first four episodes so far and have been consistently amazed at the intensity of its satire of good ole church-goin’ Southerners. I’m also amazed by the fact that said church-goin’ Southerners haven’t yet arisen in angry protest at the truth being presented here.