Hal Duncan's Blog, page 18

Rule 6 for New Writers

In looking for some resources to help thrash out my own ideas of the dynamics of scene structure, I came across this post on "Writing the Perfect Scene", based off Dwight Swain's Techniques of the Selling Writer. What it says about scene structure on the higher level I'll likely tackle at a later date, but it actually sent me off on a tangent with what it says about scene structure on a low level

Sodomite Songs

Talking of queer drama, I slapped together the full songbook for Sodom! The Musical, editing it with a few tweaks from the text as blogged. If you want to read the finished version, go here to download a pdf.

I didn't tell you, did I, of what I'd really like to do with this? Cause, yeah, if I was only, like, a Scottish Chris Lilley or something, I'd totally make this the basis for a six-part TV

Private Romeo

Over at The Mumpsimus a week or so back, Matt Cheney posted on a movie I'd heard a little of, Private Romeo, in a way that tweaked my imagination a tad more than the vague notion I had of a gay Romeo and Juliet set at an all-male military academy. I'm all for queering Shakesepeare, have done so myself indeed, (download here if you want the full script) but... well, I can live without another

Mary Sue

UPDATE: And now we have the actual song.



Mary Sue

Mary Sue, Mary Sue,
You're the captain of your crew.
You're the princess of the pages of this book.
We'll suffer as you suffer through,
Though no-one counts but Mary Sue,
So all our sorrows will be overlooked.

Mary Sue! Mary Sue!Is there anyone but youWho knows the pain of being precious as a dove?Oh, boo hoo! Boo hoo!Sing a song for Mary

Thoughts Upon Watching Prometheus

Q: Wait, what?! Why does the Engineer kill himself to seed the pretty rockworld with life? Couldn't he just, you know, use a pig carcass or something? Or get some chimps to have a tea party and spike their PG Tips with the black goo? Why would he kill himself to do this?A: Well, wouldn't you, if your entire species were fucktards? Clearly he's killing himself in a fit of pique at the WTF Quotient

Thank You Haters

This is awesome:

Ain't No Homos Going To Make It To Heaven...

According to this little darling, to the rapturous applause of the congregation of the Apostolic Truth Tabernacle Church in Greenburg, Indiana, who nevertheless somehow "do not condone, teach, or practice hate of any person for any reason":




Which is funny, cause I actually found the keys to the kingdom hidden under a plant pot beside the door. Seriously, it happened when I was not that much

Interview with Eric Schaller at WFR

Anyone who's picked up a copy of An A to Z of the Fantastic City and been wowed by the artwork -- which is, I'm assuming, anyone who's picked up a copy of An A to Z of the Fantastic City --- might well be interested in this interview over at Weird Fiction Review with the artist Eric Schaller. He has some very kind words to say (or rather sorta sneakily not say, in a circumlocutory, allusive

Fire is Coming

Go ye and read this if you're wondering what the fuck this is.

And so we come to the big finale, a rousing reprise of "All Things Under Heaven." I'd kinda like to work in "The Gift of Sodomy" and the stripling's refrain from "Message from Gomorrah," to get a full-on medley for the end, but the tunes don't quite mesh in my mind... yet. Ach, if I do figure out how to weave it all together, I

Ease My Prick

Go ye and read this if you're wondering what the fuck this is.

Again, this follows from the previous. The music would likely just carry on into it actually, since it's the same melody.


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"Ease My Prick"

[Scene: A grove. Wretches in filthy rags lie on the ground, clutching genitals and moaning. A youth, under a palm-tree sitting, in a melancholy manner sings:]YOUTH:Oh! Gentle Venus, ease my