Loglines

Loglines

When I was a part of the Avalanche Write Club (before the studio closed), one of our exercises was to write loglines for our projects. A logline is a sentence-long distillation of your story. It’s essentially the description you would see in a Netflix menu. It is obviously quite challenging reducing a full story to a single sentence, but it does help you determine the main thrust of your narrative. Here are a few attempts, including one for my upcoming story The Tediad. The rest are potential future projects.

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Coming to Town

Coming to Town

The elevator doors slide open slowly. Across from me is another set of elevators. Upon the metal doors, I can see my reflection staring back. I look both old and young, like a child wearing his father’s jacket. I also look like I’m about to carry out a holiday bank heist. I see myself, what I have become, and suddenly all my nervous excitement disappears. It’s all very real.

This was a mistake.
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Homecoming King

Homecoming King

This past November I helped organize our first highschool class reunion, the big 10.

Despite the social over-stimulation, unexpected expenditures, 40 year old party crashers, I think the night turned out well enough. It was honestly good to see everyone.

I didn’t want to make a big deal about it, but I had secretly written a short speech just in case I was asked to. It was folded in my inside coat pocket the whole night.

I’m kind of glad I wasn’t asked to give it. First of all, I would have had to compete with the band playing downstairs. Secondly, despite my delusions of prominence, the night was not about me.

So, here it is, inexplicable hot-pocket jokes and all.

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The Salt Year – Part Two

The Inversion

In my motel during the first week in SLC, I was reading an article about changes to the city’s New Years Eve celebration. The locals were considering replacing the traditional firework show with a giant disco ball, because of something called The Inversion. I read the word again. Thinking that I had missed an important sentence somewhere, I searched the article for some sort of hint as to the nature of this ominous proper noun.

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