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William Shakespeare
24 June 2010 @ 10:44 pm
9:00 PM - News Report: William Tucker, up and coming television writer, known for the smash-hit Mixed Messages was hit by a car walking himself home from a bar. No further information is available.

11:00 PM - News Report: William Tucker is currently in critical care. His status is unknown.

12:56 AM - News Report: William Tucker passed away due to the injuries sustained in the accident.

12:00 PM - A lawyer calls or attempts to get in contact with Martha Jones, Elizabeth Jules, and Daniel Faraday.
 
 
William Shakespeare
05 May 2010 @ 07:19 pm
[A small cream card, one sided. In crimson calligraphy--]

Give sorrow words. The grief that does not speak whispers the o'er-fraught heart, and bids it break.
 
 
William Shakespeare
10 January 2010 @ 09:59 pm
[Along with a very sweet (and not inappropriate poem), Martha receives a coupon for a day at one of Chicago's nicer spas.]

Thought you'd deserve some relaxation, even if you can't afford to leave the city, before the wedding.

Am I invited?
 
 
William Shakespeare
25 October 2009 @ 11:40 pm
I step away for just a short while and I cannot even fathom what I have come back to. What happened today? I thought I would surprise my Dark Lady with a trip to Chicago, and then I open my Journal and I have come to tragedy.
 
 
William Shakespeare
17 September 2009 @ 03:52 pm
The timing on this, I fear, is awful, with what has been on the news. While most of Chicago will probably forget about this in due time, those of us who know will not forget the pain, will not forget these images that have struck fear into our hearts. While I have been reminded time and time again, not only how human it is to feel pain and fear, and how those emotions often make us what we are, we cannot let fear and pain rule us, or we lose that element entirely.

Weep for who we have lost. I ask not that you move on. I ask not that you forget; no, remember, and hold these memories close. But do not let the fear keep you from living your life. What is a life lived in fear, but a life lost?

So perhaps, perhaps, this is awful timing, or timing pulled together by strings we cannot fathom. Still, the timing is what it is, and nothing more.

Recently, the National Broadcasting Corporation bought the rights to a pitch I gave them. That, in and of itself, does not mean much, but I have recently been informed that the show will air. Auditions will be starting on Wednesday, and while I do not have complete voice in who is cast, I have some persuasion in the matter, and I would prefer, hope, to see others in my predicament, who have lost their identity, have a chance to participate, either as actors, or on set.

Unfortunately, the taping (and auditions) will be happening in New York. If you are interested in attending the auditions, I may be able to help you get to New York. Do not be shy-- if acting is your dream, you should seize this opportunity.


[Locked to Martha]

I'm afraid it seems I get busier and busier as time goes on, and further and further from you.

I cannot leave this town properly, and with it, you.

But, one must be who they are meant to be in the end, and must be able to move freely so they can attain their destiny.

I will visit.

I promise.
 
 
William Shakespeare
18 August 2009 @ 11:38 pm
I need a lawyer.

And someone familiar with television scripts.
 
 
William Shakespeare
17 August 2009 @ 01:31 am
I had a pitch meeting today.
 
 
William Shakespeare
29 July 2009 @ 01:41 pm
I have splendid news.

--Did you spread some money around?
 
 
William Shakespeare
25 July 2009 @ 11:51 pm
I need a Muse, someone whose very presence sets my soul on fire and demands from me more than any mortal could possibly provide. I need a Reason, a chance to be who I was, yet so much more. I need an Audience, someone to take into account what I dream and remind me the power of words, and how even the hardest heart can be swayed by the gentlest of prose.

I need someone to love, even if my Capulet has her very own suitor. I need someone to remind me the worth, the integrity, the value, the necessity of human life and interaction, not just fanaticism.

I crave all of this and more, and I forget day by day who I used to be, and why I kept on, no matter how harsh the clime.

I crave love and passion and violence and disaster, and while this place seems to be full of all of them, I am merely a bystander, watching as the world goes by. I crave my lead role, the sigh of the audience as I pull from them every emotion they did not know they could feel.

I miss all of it and more, but mostly, I miss having vision.

I have seen into the future, and it has forsaken me.
 
 
William Shakespeare
06 June 2009 @ 05:17 pm
you told me to fear,
the cruelest month and still I
am here, and you, not