"With eyes of whisper, dauntingly heavy, they speak all."
— Akil N. DeBerry
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~The Soft and Gentle Words of a Crazed Eccentric~ Click (>^_^)> Me, I dare you!
I'm a solicitor of pseudo elastic debauchery, with a quasi dedication to passé idleness of the 4th kind! O and occasionally I write!
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May 19, 2013
May 19, 2013
May 19, 2013
Salvation lies within the keystrokes, but woe; there to lies damnation…
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Apparently believing the whole world on your shoulders is entirely different from realizing that same fact. I’m a writer; salvation lies within the keystrokes, but woe; there to lies damnation. “Every one of my books had killed me a little more.” - Norman Mailer. Why would you aspire to greatness in a thing, in the bending of words, all the while knowing it to be your undoing? Love I suppose. I does tend to make the insanest notions, all the more sane. “I am a man brimming, whose own relief of burden lies solely within the fathoms of his own spring. Maddening it is to be the fool who wallows ill, while cure waits beyond all reach; lovingly between fingers.” - Akil N. De Berry… Each word a stone, each completion a hill? Sisyphus you had it easy my friend! Well back to writing.
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April 25, 2013
“Everything you’ve ever wanted. Every desire, light or dark. An entire expanse of hopes and dreams, starved of a single thing. A whispers’ breath that would give all life, meaning and color. A razors’ edge, forged of words, upon which the world sits. Imagine the bliss of such a thing, the miracle of it’s knowing, the sight of a blessing true… And now it’s weight, sharp and heavy.The burden a tear, a creeping doubt, while one’s worth, unsure. Tis a good man who places his faith in others, yet the brave shelter it within. To be so brave… A blessing salted, turned fear of a possibility, too possibly true. Which fool greater? He who fears life’s woes; or it’s joys?” - Akil N. DeBerry, Inner Dialogue 0.001.
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April 15, 2013
2013 Spring Short Film!
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In these final days of April I’m taking the time out to rewrite a short film I wrote over a year ago. Rewriting in April, planning the shoot in May, and shooting in June.
One of my favorite parts, self induced madness! The lucky bastard! It’s a writer’s thing!
“Muse” A Short Film written by Akil N. DeBerry. Scenes “To Wake,” and “The Lady in Red.” Revision 1.0 (UNEDITED)
INT./EXT. CAR/BEACH HOUSE DRIVEWAY - MORNING
Viewing out of the back window, to behind the car, Jordan
and the Young Lady are seen hugging then kissing.
Reluctantly the Young Lady turns from Jordan and walks to
the car, getting in the back seat.
YOUNG LADY’S FRIEND 1 O.S.
(laughing)
Was he everything you needed!
YOUNG LADY
(smiling)
That, and everything more… he
was what I’ve always wanted!
YOUNG LADY’S FRIEND 2
Well that’s good, but we’re on our
way back to reality, so get ready
for the shock.
The Young Lady nods in agreement, then reaches into her top
pulling out her SLIVER CHAIN.
YOUNG LADY
I know… you’re right.
Taking her chain from around her neck, she takes off the
WEDDING RING that hangs on it. Slowly she puts it on her
finger.
YOUNG LADY
(sadly)
It was a dream… and from dreams
we all must wake.
INT. JORDAN’S HOUSE - COMPUTER ROOM - MORNING
Jordan sits at his computer, eyes closed and facing the
window next to him.
MEMORY FLASH
The Young Lady’s face edged by morning light.
Jordan opens his eyes and smiles, turning to his computer he
begins to write.
FADE TO:
INT. JORDAN’S HOUSE - COMPUTER ROOM - DAY
Days later.
Pulling back from his computer, Jordan looks at the computer
screen in frustration, till a small hand comes up from O.S.
and brushes his cheek.
YOUNG LADY (O.S.)
(whispers)
Keep going… no matter what!
Jordan takes the small hand and kisses it’s palm, then
places his forehead in her palm. Taking a deep breath, he
picks up his head, kisses her hand again, places the hand on
his chest, then begins to write.
FADE TO:
INT. JORDAN’S HOUSE - COMPUTER ROOM - DAY
Weeks later.
Jordan sits at his desk in front of his computer, writing
and scribbling on a piece of paper, writing and slashing
through words, his head shaking as he does.
With a curse Jordan balls up the paper and throws the paper
at the computer screen.
Slouching back in his chair defeated, till two slim arms
come down from O.S., slowly draping over his shoulders,
hands meeting on Jordan’s chest as the chin of a Young Lady
rest atop of his head, only her nose and mouth visible in
the frame.
YOUNG LADY (O.S.)
(smiling)
Shhh. You can do this. Take a
breath… all my faith is yours,
you are all, I believe in.
FADE TO:
INT. JORDAN’S HOUSE - COMPUTER ROOM - NIGHT
Months later.
Jordan shakes his head then drops his face into hands, his
elbows on the desk in front of him. His body trembles and he
shakes his head.
From O.S. a Young Lady steps backwards and sits on the
computer desk next to him, dressed in a RED DRESS. Her face O.S., she runs her
fingers through his hair.
YOUNG LADY (O.S.)
I can’t wait till it’s done. It
will be the greatest thing ever.
Keep writing… I can’t wait till
it’s done… For me.
Jordan looks up to her, nods his head then begins to type
away, her hand still running through his hair.
FADE TO:
INT. JORDAN’S HOUSE - COMPUTER ROOM - DAY
Jordan, with wide eyes slowly sits back in his chair and
smiles.
JORDAN
(disbelief)
It’s… I’m done. It’s finished?!
The Young Lady falls into his lap and puts her arms around
him, then kisses him.
YOUNG LADY
I’m so happy… thank you.
JORDAN
(smiling)
For you… anything.
YOUNG LADY
Will you, write me… another?
Jordan smile deepens as he nods to her, YES.
DISSOLVE TO:
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March 25, 2013
Ramblings of a Crazed Eccentric…
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“They are not long, the days of wine and roses. Out of a misty dream, our path emerges for a while, then closes, within a dream.” - Ernest Dowson. I fear the drinks no longer hold their muster, or do the pretty faces their luster. I am, and have been for some time, present at that shameful plateau, that breaths disgustingly of maturity. I find myself ready. Neither low or high, simply ready, truly ready. And for some time now, nothing in life’s great arsenal could strike me down, but yet I’m discovering, little too can raise me up. I stand at the ready! A moment where only ones’ passions can sway them, can only chip them, can only bring them to. There is a void in me. Not the pitch of despair of one lost; but the hunger of one starved of sustenance! “What excuse has a failure, who has all he needs to succeed?” - Akil N. DeBerry. None, none at all. And perhaps that is why I see all, differently… Well enough rambling, back to my writing! ^_^
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February 22, 2013
72 Hour Writing Binge! A writers’ ideal birthday get away!
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I am the Tin Man, I’ve always been the Tin Man. And in the words of one of my most favorite karaoke songs, “Oz never did give nothing to the Tin Man, that he didn’t already have.” There is nothing I need for I have had everything all along. And since my only wants are singular, I’m unplugging for the next 72 hours in celebration of all the years I’ve collected thus far. No sleeping, no phones, no blogging, no drinking, or facebook, only WRITING!!! When you are blessed enough to know what you truly want, the only thing that could ever complete you, elevating you in both mind and body, you should, in all due respect, forsake the world in it’s entirety in it’s pursuit. It’s what the greats have always seem so easily able to do. That very want, is the reason you’re here, the reason you pull breath, the very reason for this prison of flesh! Haha And this isn’t my first writing binge! Can’t go this HAM with the written word without supplies, and supplies I gots a lots! Lol
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January 25, 2013
Frightful Inklings…
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When one is lucky enough to be able to STOP, STEP BACK, and SEE that they truly have ALL that they need and just enough of NOTHING to do as they please, the world becomes a remarkably pleasant, and frightful place! Dear me, I can do ANYTHING?! Go ANYWHERE?! There’s nothing holding me back, so why bother being so finite with plans and structure?! To my core I am chaos, why not embrace it! I want to own nothing and experience everything! There is no one to please but myself, and nothing to be proven to any but me! (What a beautiful truth; a beautiful constant!) I’ve always wanted Japan to be my first overseas trip… ^_^ Damn I’m lucky!
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December 3, 2012
… And so I Vow, or may I bleed ink and consume the stars… Wait I want to do that anyway?!
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A writers 2013 to do list!
Besides moving back to Los Angeles in January to finish film school, my goals are as follows!
Writing:
6 Finished novels in the year of 2013.
That’s one complete novel every two months.
6 Finished scripts in the year of 2013.
That’s one complete script every two months.
Filming:
Four shorts shot in the year of 2013.
One short shot every four months.
One feature length shot in the year of 2013.
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December 3, 2012
Me in front of the camera, till this day, leaves me a bit unsettled. I guess that’s why directing always whispered my name and not acting. LoL This is a short documentary about my writing and I, by a good friend of mine.
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October 25, 2012
2012 NANOWRIMO… and the inky call to arms for 2013
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As most writers know, nanowrimo will soon be upon us this year, in 6 days in fact?! And as soon as one remembers this hardening fact, the heart and mind begins to flutter with gruesome anticipation! This will be my second attempt at nano, and hopefully my last in doing so without completion. But then the hows, and whys start to flood the brain, and you begin to really contemplate on truly making this nano DIFFERENT. I’m at that point in age, life, and understanding that leaves me to think that the time is now, the moment is right, and if not NOW, then never. It truly feels, all or nothing, and perhaps truly is! I must, have to, and will send something out before the end of this year… well that was the thought anyway. I’m the type of writer and person who simply puts infinite effaces on the beginnings of things. Without the right start, well proper to my perceptions anyway, all else that follows is null and void, plan hearsay. I want to be PUBLISHED! Put the first is pivotal to my mental well being! With the 200%+ rise in published works in the market place since 2007, mostly in ebooks, it has become even more difficult to stand out amongst the crowd. So how then?! It must be a book that is not just well written, a splendid story, an enjoyable read, it must simultaneously be a work of… art, I’m thinking. And in that concept, something fresh, new and appealing in a completely artful way. And I think I have it! *SECRETS, SECRETS* But a new issue has arisen from this lovely 10 minute old insight. In order to have such control over my book thought, as I believe will be needed, my first project may need to be self published. And now this is where I stand. For nano this year I will be writing a fairy tale, that will be of 200,000+ words in it’s final length. I will self publish the book in a only special edition hardcover version, solely in independent books stores of the NYC area in 2013, and in an ebook form. No particulars I’d like to share now, but not only has nothing like what I plan ever been done, but the way I plane to market it will also be new! Wish me luck!!!
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September 10, 2012
~WRITE~WRITE~WRITE~
Deliberations where most traitorous this day! Especially when cross-examinations are deduced by that most unsightly of deliberators, one’s self! o_O Strange how to the creater’s heart, madness seems such the fairest of bed fellows. LoL *Singing in melody of “Rock the Casbah”* ‘I’m writing and I like it, pass the Redbull!’ LoL
p.s. This most auspicious of verbal banter, lovingly ringing vivacious, is but one more jest of why one does not begin one’s day, with a viewing of “The Man Of La Mancha” Hahaha
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August 15, 2012
The beginning of things…
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Lidia, a novel by A. N. DeBerry. (Opening lines v.001)
Once, long ago, this place was a city. A place of countless marvels, seemingly alive to some. Of towers belted with clouds; an endless sea of shimmering shards reflecting the skies that bound them. And yet to others, a vile thing that seemed to exhale poison. A creature of glass and stone teeth, steel bones and veins of road, clothed in a catching filth.
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May 21, 2012
Dialogue Oh’ Naturale…
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~The Secret World of Louis Lambert~ Each idea begins with a single image, followed by the dialogue of nameless characters, who strangely enough, already bear strong individual voices! From there, the story builds around their words. For me, that’s how it’s done. And for your enjoyment some RAW dialogue!
Lambert - “Writing is a death most unfair. With each word we die, simply so the next may merely be. There is no magic to this, no muse from on high sent from gods or spirits alike to bless you with gifts solely yours. Men are fools to think them selves so special. We are writers, by unrelenting urge we undo ourselves. Death by joyous suicide; for the only thing worst then the bleed of word to parchment, is the agony of it’s absence! We are dreamers, the damned, the unlucky few!”
James - “But, that’s horrible!”
Lambert - “No lad, it is love. Have you ever been in love, true love. A thing poets say is of starlight, and a fearless joy?”
James - “Never.”
Lambert - “None sense, you are a writer! I can smell the fellow stench about you even now. You have blood as black as ink, you do! Never doubt that! And our kind know of love far better then any other. You spoke of your story, and from your tone, a story not going as well as hoped.”
James - “No, not at all in fact.”
Lambert - “And how is it you feel, when you sit before it, brow curled with determination as if it was some great beast, most foul? What sensation swims through, now even, as you merely ponder over it?”
James - “Regret! Agony! My heart knots at every touch of it. It’s unbearable to want something so badly, for it finish, and yet become so broken at it’s very presence!”
Lambert - “What you speak of has moved stars, boy. Taken countless lives, and crumbled the greatest of lands.”
James - “What, what is it?”
Lambert - “It is love! Love is a pain so great, it becomes dear. And it’s lost can kill the soul long before the body every follows.”
James - “But, that’s horrible!”
Lambert - “No lad, it is love. Have you ever been in love, true love. A thing poets say is of starlight, and a fearless joy?”
James - “Never.”
Lambert - “None sense, you are a writer! I can smell the fellow stench about you even now. You have blood as black as ink, you do! Never doubt that! And our kind know of love far better then any other. You spoke of your story, and from your tone, a story not going as well as hoped.”
James - “No, not at all in fact.”
Lambert - “And how is it you feel, when you sit before it, brow curled with determination as if it was some great beast, most foul? What sensation swims through, now even, as you merely ponder over it?”
James - “Regret! Agony! My heart knots at every touch of it. It’s unbearable to want something so badly, for it finish, and yet become so broken at it’s very presence!”
Lambert - “What you speak of has moved stars, boy. Taken countless lives, and crumbled the greatest of lands.”
James - “What, what is it?”
Lambert - “It is love! Love is a pain so great, it becomes dear. And it’s lost can kill the soul long before the body every follows.”
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May 21, 2012
"Passion is a holy whisper, a cosmic tell. And with it, the soul burns brighter and true, fending off the shadows of regret."
— A. N. DeBerry
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