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Showing posts with label Screenplay. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Screenplay. Show all posts

Saturday, December 1, 2007

Writer's Strike & the Strike-Fro

From the Cabal.
Many of the members in the WGA have grown out Strike-beards, and I will, in a show solidarity, do the same. Except, that I'm gonna grow out the hair on the top of my head. I can't grow a mustache and/or beard very well, or barely at all, but even still, I won't be shaving or cutting my hair until this writer's strike is done. I'm prepared for the unkempt-ness of having a fro again, and the horrible similarities to a bad high school teenager growing out facial hair for the first time.

Anyway, here's a work that I had written something like two or three weeks back, and I wasn't initially intending to publish it. Or at least not here. I'm sure that it's okay that I'm posting it here. Hopefully, I'll have some news on some writing projects I've got cookin. Which is a fact that tis very cool in of itself. But yeah, what's below sums up what I feel about the strike.


Writing and weaving a story is art. It is also a job. Writing is a job the same way an accountant maintains the books, or an auto mechanic fixes cars. The main objective for a writer – of any medium – is to tell as a good a story as possible. But where writing differs from all other professions is in the same way in which not two people share the same fingerprint. For a writer, or group of writers, to be able to tell a story and capture the imagination of an audience requires enough discipline to sit down and somehow conform their ideas into an understandable structure. It can be a very difficult process. But in the end, I’m sure that most all writers relish the challenge of tackling something so difficult. Successful writers wouldn’t be as good as they are if they don’t look forward to that challenge. But what the writers of the Writers Guild of America haven’t looked forward to is this strike. Yet, it is something very necessary.

Producing a television show or film is a very collaborative process, and the role of the writer is a very important one as he or she helps to jump–start that collaborative process. However, despite holding that extremely pivotal position in a production, writers feel they are not fairly compensated for the residuals for their work distributed via the Internet. This work stoppage affects writers, directors, producers, actors, grips, best boys, craft services, make-up, casting, and so many more. In fact, it feels as if everyone is affected. Fortunately, most crew members above and below the line are supporting the WGA and the strike. But what is unfortunate is that most crew members below the line, that live from paycheck to pay check, are out of work. The situation is what it is, and nobody in the industry is immune. It is also a situation in which there really isn’t anyone at fault. To square blame on a particular group of people will accomplish nothing in this strike.

Studios and networks are currently not paying nearly enough residuals to the creative types responsible for producing the works that they, the studios and networks, distribute via the Internet. Soon negotiations for the other guilds will come up, and undoubtedly, one of the major sticking points will also be about the Internet. At that time, those guilds will do what they feel they must do. But now, it is the WGA’s time to act upon what they feel is necessary for the betterment of their guild. That is their job right now. That is their objective right now, and like so many others that have voiced their support for the strike, the WGA also has mine.

Monday, November 5, 2007

I am so tired.

First, Halloween, wasn't bad, I guess, but walking aimlessly around downtown San Jose wasn't all that fun either. I'll post pictures soon. I've said that a lot lately, but I will get to it.

Today I checked my email for the first time since last Friday afternoon. I spent Thursday and Friday night at my day job at the ol bookstore. Hung out at the casa de Dang-alang, MAnthony, and T'Money's place after work on Friday. Then spent Saturday and Sunday revising the ol screenplay. When I say the entire weekend, I mean I left the house only twice. Once on Saturday, and once on Sunday. I kept myself in the house for probably what would amount to 30 minutes, but that's mostly because the drive-thru line as Taco Bell and In-N-Out Burger was so damn long.

Anyway, I'm goin to San Francisco for the day tomorrow to talk to a former professor, and hopefully see some friends. Plus I've spent the last couple hours catching up on what I've missed... I've missed a quite a number of things. And I've been uploading some pictures from within the last month that I haven't been able to get to yet. Plus, the WGA is officially now on strike, and they have my full support. I'll share more of my thoughts soon, but right now, FUCK, I'm hungry.

Thursday, October 18, 2007

So. Damn. Close.

Yeah. I've already told a few friends that I'm closing in on the finish line on the ol script. I just need to find some time. I wish I could post a photo on the new desk that I've had my eye on ever since I went to Ikea last weekend. But let's just say that I didn't want to leave the model desk that was on the show floor when I was in Palo Alto. Not only because of how much I love the desk, but also because my ass hand never felt so comfortable in a "computer" chair.

Anyway, I've made the recent observation that in my writings, whether screenplay, prose, letters to friends, or IMs, that I have an incessant need to funny it up a bit. I dunno, maybe I'm making too much of it. My neurosis gets the best of me sometimes, but I think I just get worried that sometimes something just sounds too serious if I don't bring some sort of funny to the writing. Then ten minutes after the fact, I come to the assumption that I probably should've let well enough alone, and I wanna lightly slap the top of my forehead and ask myself "Why did I feel I had to write that?"

Like I said: I probably do over think it, but I'll try not to anymore.

Monday, October 1, 2007

The Week's Agenda

On deck for this week:

Monday- Went running/walking this morning. Wrote about five pages today. I was supposed to go inquire about a job after picking up my niece and nephew, but had to take care of some other things online. So that means...

Tuesday- Do a little lifting in the morning. Write another five pages.

Wednesday- Another round of running/walking, and another five pages. Plus, it's new comics day. So there ya go.

Thursday- Lifting, and five more pages.

Friday- The hell if I'm gonna do either running/walking or lifting. But five more pages fasho.

I wanted to finish the screenplay by today, Monday October 1st, but, well that obviously didn't happen. I also need to get my arse in shape. So yeah, this is me going out and doing just that. This week I plan on easing my way into the running and lifting stuff. Mostly just walking this morning. I didn't really run all too much. But just enough to get the ol heart rate goin. And let me just say that if I had sex today instead of running, I think I would've died. I really do. Because my legs and feet just felt so damn heavy. Picture Homer Simpson trying to catch up with an ice cream truck, and you'd get an exaggeration of what was my morning, but it gives you a rough idea. Here's to a good week.

Monday, September 24, 2007

Off the Grid

So I'm finally back online for the first time since last the Thursday night. It feels refreshing to go away after a while. For the most part, I've used my hibernation as a means to focus of getting some writing done. Two Fridays ago, I made a deal with Dang to turn in pages into him every so often to keep my focus on finishing the ol screenplay.

I'm aiming on getting my first draft of said screenplay done by next Monday, and then spend October on tightening everything up. On Friday, the first volume of the Jack Kirby Fourth World Omnibus finally came in. It's my birthday gift from my buddy Ray. It's about a month after the fact, but he finally ordered it couple weeks back. So on Friday, after the mail came in, that Omnibus hardcover was just staring at me, baiting me to unwrap the plastic around it, flip through all the Jack Kirby goodness. But I persevered, and I mustered the will power to finish my page count goal for the week. I'm increasing this week's goal twofold from last week. Fun times lie ahead on the horizon!

Monday, September 17, 2007

What I am.

I have a friend who has told me in the past that real life isn't like it is in the movies. I've always thought about that, but I think it's the contrary. Where do storytellers get their ideas? Where do they think up this shit?

Everyone has drama in their personal lives every so often. There are those in the world who think that their family is the most fucked up family in the world. We don't always get along with our friends, our spouses, our significant others, or otherwise. We all have strangely fucked up dreams every now and then. There are news reports of murderers, serial killers, rapists, burglaries, extortion, embezzlement, hit and runs, charity work, late night heroics in a sporting event, explosions, whatever. In real life, we find these and other happenings so interesting is because there is a varying degree of emotional depth that we latch onto. We latch on because there's something very true about those things. And therein lies what storytellers do: find some sort of truth about their the story, and cultivate it.

I mean, how else would we, the audience, be so captivated by films? We love certain films because there are certain characters that we can identify with and sympathize and empathize with. They have flaws, as do we all. To be able to give that to an audience is a very special thing.

To be able to tap into people's emotion, into relationships, and so on, and bring something real like all of that into something like narrative or fiction, is what excites me. I get a kick each time I see others do it successfully.

As the days are currently passing, I find myself inching closer to finishing my first feature screenplay. Still a ways to go, but I'm committed to making this happen. It is a very special piece of work.

Until then here's a quote from Elaine Stritch from the Emmy Awards last night when she presented an award with Stanley Tucci.

Elaine Stritch:
“I’m not faking this. I really don’t know what the hell I’m doing.”

In a nutshell, that's how I think of my life thus far. :P

Monday, July 9, 2007

Catch-Up

Oh my God. Oh my God. Oh my God. So much to talk about. So much to touch on...

***Went to the Kwik-E-Mart in Mountain View this past Friday, and again just today (err, Sunday).
Kwik-E-Mart 1


Me and my buddy Ralph.
Kwik-E-Mart 7

I took this one when I went on Friday with my friends, Mark, and when I went back there with my friends Jory and Melissa, they took pictures with Comic Book Guy that, well, if I owned the copyright to the pose, I could very possible sue them for violating said copyright. teeheheee
Kwik-E-Mart 8

Aahh, Jasper. This one was a nice surprise to catch... just too bad the glare kinda makes it that you can barely see him...
Kwik-E-Mart 14

***Played Texas Hold-'em with the guys on July 4th. It came down to me, Anthony, and Kimo. After Kimo got knocked out, I lost the tourney to Anthony. At least I got my five bucks back. The few hours we played, and hanging out with the guys just kinda reminded me of when I first learned to play at Justin's house. I rememeber Justin telling me that he enjoyed having people over and just hanging out more than anything else. Of course, he was pretty good at poker... Hrrmm, now that I think about it, I think he'd enjoy a Squishee. Maybe I'll visit him this week with a Buzz cola flavored Squishee.

***I didn't finish the CAoC screenplay like I had hoped I would. Or at least not by my end of June deadline. I swear I will get it done. I've resolved to spend this afternoon holed up in the library and get back on track with writing in general. This week, I wanna hammer out the 2nd Caballero Writing Workshop assignment before I turn my sights back on CAoC.

***Saw Ratatouille, Live Free or Die Hard, and Transformers in the last few weeks, and each one kicks arse in their own way. Ratatouille was simply great. It was fun, told a great story, and a lot of heart. Die Hard 4 was bad-effin-f*ckin-ass. John McLane is one of the greatest, strongest, and most relatable character in the history of modern cinema. And I dare say cinema's entire history. While Transformers was, well, it was all that I could hope it could've been. I had fun watching it. That is undeniable, but there are few things that I just can't get over. But to generalize all of my criticism is to simply say that the Autobots were well, weak... The Decepticons are inheritently stronger because they just don't give a fuck. Thus, they are some ruthless and evil sons of biotches. But to cut down on my rambling, I just think that the Autobots were handicapped to such a degree that they were made to appear that much more weaker than they really are.

***The trip to New York that Joseph and I were planning have pretty much fallen through. Which is sad really, because the planning stages fell through before we even had the chance to start with it. But I do want to do some sort of summer trip, somewhere.

***I gotta be out of the apartment by the end of the month. *sigh* It's gonna be pretty sad as the next couple weeks pass by.

***The last two A's games I've went to I got to the game early enough to catch the opponents' batting practice. And at batting practice before the A's-Reds game, I got a ball, but could have gotten two more easily. Oye...better one than none, I suppose. The recent game I went to was against the Mariners... I actually didn't realize I had tickets to the A's-Mariners game until about four hours before first-pitch... talk about absent-minded, eh?

***The Incubus show at the Greek in Berkelely is next Saturday, the 14th. I seriously cannot wait for this one. But I just gotta make sure whether or not I wanna do a P.A. work in the morning and afternoon before the show. Which is kinda more complicated than it should have been seeing as how I already agreed to the P.A. gig.... EEEEEEKK!!... Oh well, I'll work it out.

***I believe that is about it for now. Well, other than the fact that I need to stop being as lazy as I have been, and go find a job, and get caught up on all of my comics... cuz DAYYYYYYYUMMMMM, I need me some money pretty soon, and I don't wanna fall any further behind on what's goin on. A lot of good stuff is being released right now.

****SIGH* I just realized that this little baby was just released last week. I toally forgot about it, and it suddenly crept up on me... I must have this statue. I will have this statue, and it will be mine!!... Oh, it will be mine. [insert maniacal laugh here]

Tuesday, June 12, 2007

Lazy

I am trying to juggle so many things right now, that a part of me is just plain lazy to do any of them or anything else. Hrrmm, I wonder if that even makes any sense.

But what I do know is that I need to get back to the ol screenplay. I haven't worked on it for a couple weeks now. There's been some pretty crazy and not so crazy things that have popped up that have taken up my time, but I really need to get back to it. I'm a little over 80 pages done, and I want to be completely done by the time the clock strikes midnight on the night of June 30th. That is the goal, and I intend on sticking to it. I got a bunch of other things I need to get done by the end of the summer, and I don't want this screenplay being dragged out through all that.

As I said that I want this thing completed by June 30, I wanna get 15 pages done by the end of this week. And when I say this week, I mean by midnight Friday night.

Thursday, May 17, 2007

Another Wednesday

And yet again, I am up after a night of partying. I want to get back to my screenplay, but I just can't concentrate on it. Maybe this'll help.

I have something to say, something to write. But hell if I just can't harness it! Maybe I'm just too tired to make sense of all the emotion I have right now, but fuck, it is half past 2 in the morning...

I did not drink tonight. That was the goal for tonight, and it was something I was able to manage, and I was able to have a pretty decent time. What a fuckin night. I just wanna get through this last week and a half of school, and graduation, and maybe this load of stuff will lighten up. I hope.