Tags: Comedy, Drunk, Filmmaking, Screenwriting
Screenwriter’s (b)log, March 5th, 2008-
Thank god my Xbox is broken, because I’ve finished the first draft of my latest short screenplay! All my puttering around has finally paid off through persistent self-nagging and grumpy, reluctant daily writing.
I was aiming for 10 pages, but I wrote 18, so I’ve got a lot of work cut out on this one in editing; I’m already very happy at how it’s turning out. I won’t spill much yet, except that it will be called “The Mushroom Man”. I want to shoot this thing on HD with real actors- I’m gunning for this film to be really good… it’s essentially a post-apocalyptic drama, but there might be a few laughs in it… I don’t know yet. Great thing about writing is that anything is possible and things can change at a whim. Can’t do that on the set while filming HD, so I’ve got to make this script fucking PERFECT before I even TELL people about it. Oh shit, too late.
Sshh… don’t tell anyone, like anyone would care to know. A little voice inside of my head is telling me I don’t have to worry about my writing aspirations hitting front-page news. No, unless my screenplay involves some tweenage slutty-bimbo celebrity making a naughty sex tape and then naming their trailer trash baby after a fruit or vegetable, I’m pretty sure this entry will die a quiet death in cyberspace… as most blogs REALLY should do as well. I mean… Don’t blogs suck? Don’t you feel dumber reading this? What are you doing, reading about MY life? Who are YOU? Do you have a life or do you have a Blog? Trust me- don’t get into it… all the time I spend reading and writing “blogs” (the stupidest sounding word ever) could be spent doing something really cool, like making a fort out of the couch cushions, or trying to see how many straws I can attach to each other and poke someone, or spreading vanilla pudding and peanut butter all over my monitor and licking it off while I read blogs, so that when all the blogs are gone in the future, and I reminisce on the good ol’ days of blogs, my memory will associate it with the taste of peanut butter and vanilla, which are yummy. Instead of feces, which is not as yummy. No, you shut up.
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