I've been reading Daniel Pink's book, To Sell Is Human, and I'm trying to write some Pixar Pitches. Here's an attempt to pitch the Five-Minute Bible Story Series:
Once upon a time everyone kept their Bibles safe and tidy on the shelf. Every day they walked past their bookshelves, secure in the knowledge that sacredness was safe, while only allowing fathers, elders and pastors to read the holy words. One day educated children started asking awkward questions about faith and science. Because of that, people began keeping their science books safely locked up too. Because of that, some fathers, elders and pastors began calling science anti-faith, questions anti-hope, and imagination anti-everything. Until finally the children opened the Bibles and science books for themselves, asked lots of questions, imagined the lives of historical characters, and realized God was big enough to answer whatever they threw at him.
For parents and children who may not yet have realized this,…
The premise of this hop is to be the antithesis of Valentine's Day. There's no sweet romance, or lovey-dovey stuff allowed. It's down with the idea of candy and flowers. For one day writers and bloggers will dispense with the sappy romance, and showcase the bad side of love. We will be celebrating heartbreak, love gone wrong, romantic mayhem and tragedy, hopefully with that little splash of humour and blood. At the Bloody Valentine Horror Hop you will find out what happens when the rose petals die, the candy melts, and lovers are looking for payback. So here are 6 anti-Valentinian 140-character tweets. Enjoy.
When roses die, the petals fall, and leaves like brittle
sawdust crack and rip her feeble skin;
she’s clearing dreams that ended;
When roses die the blood is red
that drips to feed the worms
of words unsaid,
that blisters heartache’s burns
while sharpened thorns return. <3<3<3<3<3<3
He loved; she loved; thei…
What light through yonder window shines?
What shimmered ray beyond the gloom,
With splintered rainbows diamond-mined?
Then if the day seems gone too soon
What truth beyond the window-pane?
Sunshine will follow rain.