Selling my soul for the written word
One typecast at a time.
So this is a blog dedicated to, as the title suggests, you guessed it - self indulgent masturbation. It's writing about myself until the term "self involved" becomes a compliment, along with "dude, nice turn of phrase with that thingie at the end of the lost posting, man!".
Let's start with a guessing game. What lives in Los Angeles, sits in front a computer for hours at a time NOT looking at porn or editing reality television...? C'mon, I know you can do it. No, not a spammer. Once more into the breach, dear reader... it's right on the tip of your tongue...
That's right - I keystroke my blood, sweat, and tears onto a computer screen until it turns into what amounts to a screenplay-esque child. Then, like the masochist that I am, I give it to anyone and everyone who will read it, asking for criticism. With a glib "fuck off, kid" from my favorite dry cleaner, I set about to re-write my child through puberty. What can I say? I'm a sucker for constructive criticism.
After writing several quirky comedies where nothing happens and the characters are all 20 somethings with nothing "interesting" to add to the world, a thought occured to me for the first time.
What would happen if I rebelled against my film school teachings and wrote - gasp! - a commercial script with star attracting potential?
Hence, this blog. Yesterday I was a boy. Today....well, i at least was a boy with a mission. Tomorrow? Still a boy, but hopefully with enough cash to quit my ass kissing job and move to manhattan beach.
Come with me on my fascinating journey. Watch me sign my afterlife off to the devil. Read my exploits in procrastination. Watch me NOT go to a Robert McKee seminar, which, apparently, is the equivilent of jumping in without looking.
And best of all, if senor satan delivers, check out this little fish swim amongst the sea of agents, studio execs, pitches, hip pocketing, rewrite assignments, and finding out from Keanu the origins of the now infamous "whoa".
-Here I come Variety!
So this is a blog dedicated to, as the title suggests, you guessed it - self indulgent masturbation. It's writing about myself until the term "self involved" becomes a compliment, along with "dude, nice turn of phrase with that thingie at the end of the lost posting, man!".
Let's start with a guessing game. What lives in Los Angeles, sits in front a computer for hours at a time NOT looking at porn or editing reality television...? C'mon, I know you can do it. No, not a spammer. Once more into the breach, dear reader... it's right on the tip of your tongue...
That's right - I keystroke my blood, sweat, and tears onto a computer screen until it turns into what amounts to a screenplay-esque child. Then, like the masochist that I am, I give it to anyone and everyone who will read it, asking for criticism. With a glib "fuck off, kid" from my favorite dry cleaner, I set about to re-write my child through puberty. What can I say? I'm a sucker for constructive criticism.
After writing several quirky comedies where nothing happens and the characters are all 20 somethings with nothing "interesting" to add to the world, a thought occured to me for the first time.
What would happen if I rebelled against my film school teachings and wrote - gasp! - a commercial script with star attracting potential?
Hence, this blog. Yesterday I was a boy. Today....well, i at least was a boy with a mission. Tomorrow? Still a boy, but hopefully with enough cash to quit my ass kissing job and move to manhattan beach.
Come with me on my fascinating journey. Watch me sign my afterlife off to the devil. Read my exploits in procrastination. Watch me NOT go to a Robert McKee seminar, which, apparently, is the equivilent of jumping in without looking.
And best of all, if senor satan delivers, check out this little fish swim amongst the sea of agents, studio execs, pitches, hip pocketing, rewrite assignments, and finding out from Keanu the origins of the now infamous "whoa".
-Here I come Variety!
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