Archive for March 7, 2011

The Story of a Screenwriter: Script 0, Part 1

Recently (and by recently, I mean, at some point between the beginning of this blog and today), I had a moment of reflection.

In my short writing life, I’ve written ten feature length screenplays. That’s kind of a lot. Especially when you’re only 22. To keep things in perspective, I didn’t actually start writing until my senior year of high school. Since then, I’ve written ten scripts.

Fuck.

Admittedly, the first three were trial and error scripts. The ones you do when you’re just starting out, that you think are the greatest thing ever but are really terrible, terrible executions of creation. I had three of those. And that’s par for the course. If you want to write good words, you have to get the bad ones out first.

Because I’m feeling nostalgic, and need shit to fill this blog with until I can get the next batch of my Oscar quest entries up and running, I’m going to recount how I got to this point, and all of the scripts I’ve written until now. This is mostly for me, in the future, to read my own autobiography as written by my 22-year old self. It’s partially in case the dementia kicks in early and partly in case I forget all the details I remember so vividly now. So mostly the dementia thing. I don’t want to take my brain for granted. You never know when it won’t be there anymore. (more…)


Pic of the Day: “Now if I catch any of you dealing drugs to the community, I will not consider you a brother or a friend, can you dig it?” “Hell no, nigga!”


Pic of the Day: “Wendy? Darling? Light, of my life. I’m not gonna hurt ya. You didn’t let me finish my sentence. I said, I’m not gonna hurt ya. I’m just going to bash your brains in. Gonna bash ’em right the fuck in! Ha Ha Ha!”