I had this quite verbose post written about why I don’t like to text, then it hit me; I don’t have to explain myself to anybody.
But this photo kinda sums up the most important point about it.
Bottom line: Wanna talk? Call me. Don’t be lazy.
Get Your Juices Flowing
Using Tumblr’s tag search, I regularly read the entries tagged as “screenwriting” and “screenplay.”
One of the gems that I’ve found is slugline, by Donna Mae Foronda.
What she does, is she posts a one-page script every day, and I must say that I’m inspired by her to do something similar, although I’m not sure yet. Perhaps a five-page script every week.
It’d be conducive to getting the juices flowing, I feel…
Why are all the gods such viscous cunts? Where is the god of tits and wine?
Today’s haul.
Yesterday’s haul.
The need to find another human being to share one’s life with has always puzzled me, maybe because I’m so interesting all by myself.
With that being said, may you find as much happiness with each other as I find on my own.
Always Ticking
My mind is constantly ticking over with ideas. I can be laying in bed, on the tube, watching a movie, anything. Mostly, ideas tend to attack me during conversation with others, but they’ve been known to come-a-knocking during sex.
I thought that I was alone, that this was simply a characteristic of my own, crazy mind.
According to Richard Walter’s Essentials of Screenwriting: The Art, Craft, and Business of Film and Television Writing, it’s not just I:
William Faulkner is said to have divorced his first wife because she failed to understand that when he appeared to be staring idly out of the window, he was actually hard at work.
Further down on the same page:
Is it any wonder that people who embrace so grandiose a calling are likely to be awkward when it comes to social skills?
Now I feel understood. Anyone that wishes to spend time with me, be it friendship or otherwise would do well to understand just how much time I devote to my craft, how important it is, that on occasion, I will choose seclusion and words to the outside world.
Source: assoc-amazon.co.uk
Me Against the World
Tonight, shall see me attempt the words-on-paper draft of my latest screenplay whose working title is Me Against the World.
“What’s it about?” I hear you cry.
Without giving away too much detail, it’s about the ethical question of scientists playing God, and human experimentation. It falls largely within the realm of science fiction, but I’d rather not pigeon-hole it just yet, as there’s everything to play for as I write the fucker.
Wednesdays: better than the others.
My New Home
This will be the new home for me from now on. Same domain name, new layout.
