Yeah, still alive

Hello, yes. I’m still alive. With the exception of a couple of beach days I barely moved from this desk.

I got feedback from the Dragoons so I’ve been working on that a lot.

It’s a hard decision, but I decided to move onto to the next steps. I’m not entirely sure what I’m supposed to do yet. I have a loose outline of a plan. Something about submitting it to people that might be in the know, hopefully I’ll get something back. A lead.

I’ve been also thinking about getting it turned into a graphic novel, or a mini comic mini series. I think I might know someone. But I’m not sure if it could be something.

So yeah, progress or the inklings of.

I just really want to move on to the next project.


And that’s all he wrote

So lets see… I started outlining in Jan 2016, wrote until April 2016. Worked on something else until… July 2016 (I think). Picked it back up and wrote… tons more drafts.

Then finished on May 25th 2017, Star Wars’ 40th birthday.

I seriously could not have planned it better.

So now we continue on.  We submit to a few contests.  We update all the screenwriting social media pages (there’s a bunch of ’em, you’d be surprised). Research places to send it to. Most importantly we write. We keep going.

Next stop a sci-fi comedy epic I call… well I can’t make up my mind. BUT I’m working on it!


A Trip Not Yet Taken

I’ve been working on Dragoons almost non-stop since I got divorced from my job. Although I’m not complaining about never stepping into that office ever again, I’ve been…

I don’t know. Not bored. But just ugh.

I’m getting close to finishing though. I’m hoping to do one giant polish this weekend and wrapping it up so I can start doing something with it.

I started looking at the other script I’ve been working on. That time travel thing I’ve been playing with for the longest time now. The latest version of that isn’t… bad.

It’s actually alright considering. A lot of the dialog is just terrible, but that’s easy enough to fix. The action is actually quite good. It’s a different style. Breezier.

I’m not entirely sure why. But my predominant theory is that it’s more comedic and sci-fi. Like a time traveling Guardians of the Galaxy. It’s not like Guardians at all, but its not so far different in tone. Dragoons is darker, heavier.

But going back to Dragoons, god willing I’ll be 100% done by the end of the weekend. After that I really don’t know what I’m going to do with it. Maybe send it out to friends and stuff, sure. But like the professional stuff like agents / managers / production companies I really don’t know.

Part of me does wonder if I have the courage to do that. Not to be a total sad sack, but the past few years haven’t gone well. Like at all. I desperately need something for the win column and failing at something else, and that something else being the one thing that I’ve wanted above all else since I was a child…

I don’t know how I could take it.

I remember reading something about Kurt Cobain years ago, is that he became a rock star because he had no other choice but to be one. Something about that resonated. Sometimes I wonder if that’s how it is with me but with my respective trade.

Anyway, fingers crossed, all that shit.

Sorry for being mopey.

And Done…

I don’t even want to think about about the amount of personal sacrifice it took in the past year.

But revisions are 100% done. I finally managed to streamline and get rid of earlier draft jank. It moves from the beginning to act three, where there’s a really great shoot out. That ends with a cool duel scene.

But I fucking mean it this time, revisions are DONE. Now its polish. Just pure polish.

So, god willing, unless I drop dead, which is likely with my luck. I’m finally done with the first script I’m going to shop around.

BTW, if you’re a manager or agent I’m not married to the idea of this being a full on movie. It’d work pretty great as a graphic novel or a comic mini-series. Or a TV movie. Or a Netflix movie. Or a mini series on AMC.

You know. I’m flexible.

WFMU FUNdraising Time

Do you like good music? And funny DJs?

Hell yes you do.

New York City’s best radio station WFMU is doing it’s annual fundraising and it needs your help. For all of you that aren’t in the know, it’s a non-corporate free form radio station.

That means in one hour you could listen from anything from The Ramones, to 1960s French pop ballads, to well… something like music in the span of an hour. It’s magical, amazing, the DJs are awesome and fun to listen to. They’re all like that nice record store person that guides you upon your musical journey.

Give them a listen. Check out the archives. Liz Berg, Joe Belock, Todd-o-phonic Todd, Shut up Weirdo, The Goddamn Dave Hill Show, Evan Funk Davies, and Hello Children. I promise you that you will find a reason to donate.



How John Wick Could Have Ended In Five Minutes

Memo: Russian Mob Boss
Re: John Wick

Hey Guys,

Just a quick reminder that Friday is our potluck dinner. Vlad, I’m looking forward to your wife’s chicken Kiev. If you don’t bring it I’ll kill you! Ha ha!

Seriously if you don’t bring it I’m going to cut off your balls and watch you bleed to death.

Anyhoo… we seem to have John Wick’s car. I don’t know why we’re keeping it. It has no intrinsic value. If anything it’s a liability, we keep losing staff because of it.

However, I do have a plan in the event of a John Wick attack. It’s a bold four-step strategy, and if we all do our part we’ll all be eating that delicious chicken Kiev. Right Vlad?

1. Let him have the damn car. Don’t fight him for it. Just let him take it.
2. Let him drive away with the car. Don’t chase him. It’s not worth it.
3. Detonate the bomb we put under the driver’s seat.
4. Chicken Kiev

He could dodge bullets and murder every one of you with a pencil but he sure as hell can’t escape 200 pounds of plastic explosives can he?

Thank you for everything you do, lets get back to work.

Mob Boss

The Red Isn’t As Bad As It Looks…

Almost there…. #stayontarget #screenplay #screenwriting #amwriting

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After one full year of writing, re-writing, outlining, research, and crying, I finally reached the end.

Final draft.

Granted I’m still writing the final draft. But still I made it. The only question is what’s fucking next?