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Writers Block

I've been trying for days to write something and I'm getting nowhere.

I have this idea about a family stuck in the black and white world of 50's TV.

Can anybody offer any ideas?


Jan. 2nd, 2009 06:41 pm (UTC)
Where would you like it to go? Those TZ episodes always had an end punch.
Jan. 2nd, 2009 06:45 pm (UTC)
That's my problem. In the past when I used the TZ as a model I was going somewhere. For instance I did something called Talky Sarah based upon Talky Tina. I think that I have to come up with an end and go back to the beginning.
Jan. 2nd, 2009 07:06 pm (UTC)
So these are 21st century people in the 50s. Is it all that it's cracked up to be, or does it suck? The 50s being a slower and smaller world, do they miss the instant gratification of technology, or are they amazed at how good life can be without it? Just a few questions that come to mind.
Jan. 2nd, 2009 07:08 pm (UTC)
Outside of the duck. It sucks. This is what I have so far:

Dobie Gillis Smith returned home from school. He had decided that today was the day to ask some questions. Why is everything in their home in black and white? Why dies Dad put on a tie on days he remains at home? Why doesn’t he get his allowance until he says a secret word, and even then he gets it from a duck.

You are traveling through another dimension, a dimension not only of sight and sound but of mind. A journey into a wondrous land of imagination. Next stop, the Twilight Zone! Submitted for your approval Dobie Gillis Smith, son of Buffalo Bob Smith and June Cleaver Smith, an otherwise normal child is trapped in the world of Fifties Television, within the twilight zone.

“Dobie is that you?” asked Mrs. Smith. Mrs. Smith is a typical housewife of the day, if the day is 1956. She is dressed neatly in a house dress with a string of three pearls around her neck. “Go wash your hands, I have some milk and cookies waiting for you.”

So after obeying his mother, as he always did, Dobie enters the kitchen and asks the question. “Mom, why do we live like we live?”

“What do you mean, we live an ordinary American life?”

“Mom, it’s 2009, you and Dad argued over who to vote for last week, Eisenhower or Stevenson,”

“Well, I just think that Mr. Stevenson would make a fine President. Your father’s answer is “I like Ike.’”

“They ran 50 years ago! My teacher says that they’re both dead.”

“Why should you worry about that. Don’t you want to watch American Bandstand?”

“That’s just it, American Bandstand hasn’t been on Television for 30 years. Why does Dad drive a DeSoto? How came we always listen to only Elvis on something called a Victrola?”

“What else is there dear?”
Jan. 2nd, 2009 07:11 pm (UTC)
So wait...it's only the KID who knows about the change? I thought the whole family was transplanted.

Start over. :)
Jan. 2nd, 2009 07:14 pm (UTC)
I have many times. I may abandon it. I;m going to take a walk and see if I can think of anything. The TZ is always a good way to go when I'm stuck.



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