Things On The Little Grey Cells

On mind:

New series.

New movie.

Series: Action. Intrigue. Something different that's never been done before. Ever. Sparse diologe. Action should be the quotable. No one character. No one veiw point.

Movie: A world forced to the edge of peril. Children confined to the streets, desending into a dark, sacrificial religion based on the teachings of thier ancestors - who are really their parents...work with that one.

Movie: A story about a personal assistant in hollywood. An ingenue who gets hired by some selfish movie star who ends up marrying her for a her good common sense.

What? It's the decade of re-makes. I dunno, maybe maybe not. I'm more of a sci fi person. Besides, who'll they find to replace the extraordinary Audrey Hepburn? *sigh*

SIP(Story In Progress)

I'm starting a story in progress which will be a first person study of a hypochondriac and Aireophobe (that's fear of open spaces I believe - I hope... oh, here's an interesting site with an extensive list of phobias which I didn't even know existed. Good Lord, I didn't some of the stupid stuff people are afraid of. Looks like half the world needs a shrink of some type or another...unless they have a Shrinkophobia.)

It's nearly impossible to actually want to check your mail nowadays. If you do decide you want to, you've usually put on shoes, walked to the elevator, got in, waited to sail down 11 flights, got out, marched through a cold lobby, fumbled for your key, put it in, use good energy turning it, and finally opened your mailbox for nothing. What a waste of time. They should have mial chutes like luandry chutes for buildings more than 2 stories tall. Some of us don't like to waste time checking mail only to be welcomed by a big fat bill or overdue notice or plain old junkmail or worse - someone else's bills, over due notices or junkmail. It's pesky, annoying and just plain mean. How do these post-men get away with it? Putting the wrong mail in someone's box? Don't they screen these guys before they're assigned a mail-truck? Seems like any Joe can man one of those babies now-a-days. Well, it's not a perfect world. In a perfect world, people won't have to interact with people on a daily basis. All our food will be served to us by automated response machines, our clothes will be shipped cheap via suber fast air mail and dropped through chutes in our ceilings and hung on racks by auto-bots, our houses will be fully maintenanced by Artifical Intelligence who only speak when spoken to. And all cars come with drivers that helpfully ensure one's interaction with the outside world is kept to a minimum. Wouldn't that be great. Still, I'm living in a dream world for now.

Commont alle vouz?

If it's misspelled...sue me. So, a lots happened over the weeks and I havn't used this blog very often. I more of a thinker than a write down what I'm thinkin' thinker. That's why I forget stuff a lot. :P Recently, as certain readers may know, I've gotten involved with a virtual series project called Stargate:Horizon, which is a virtual spinoff of Stargate, duh. I've signed on as a writer and I'm working on an episode which...I can't spoiler-ize so, I'm not saying anything yet. :D Ah, what fun. Secrets are the spice of life. I'm working with a friendly and compatible crew, which I've always dreamed on. It's good, I think, that we all have something in common in this thing. It makes thinsg easier, us being sci fi buffs and all. The characters for the show are very appealing and since we just got a huger audience via gateworld, business has been - needless to say - booming. Over what was it last, 12000 hits on the scripts? 18000? Heck, I lost track. All I can say to the readers is, keep at it guys. And speak out, let us know what you think. Honesty is the best policy.

Now, on to other aspects of my boring life, I'm working on several screenplays but GW keeps distracting me. Curses! This one script has me up at night, it's working title is Children of the River which I believe i spoke of in great detail in a previous blog. I have the character and he's fleshing himself out but I need peace and quiet in order to write. There's also a series idea in my head, it's coming...it's coming... I've been seeing a male protagonist all this time but maybe he's female now? I dunno...we'll have to see. It's a trip coming up with something original and everytime I lok at Yahoo Movies and check out what's going on or WGA and see who's selling what or Simply Scripts to see who's writing what, I'm always shocked at the lack of originality in the stories out there. Is it just me? Am I just a story snob? I dunno. But It helps looking at that stuff and saying "Lord, I can write something better than that!"

There's few movies I evern bother to see in the theatre anymore. I was going to see Mr and Mrs. Smith, which mom swear came from my idea called Mr and Mrs Jane and John Doe (I know it's cheesy, shut up and stop snickering) which was about the same thing only A.J's leg wasn't planned to be up in the screen every five minutes and Brad Pitt was nowhere to be seen. Ugh. Not that I don't like the guy but...he bores me. Even in Se7en, he bored me. But the beard was pretty anyway. So, I missed that flick - I remember A.J said on actors studio that it's a movie about marriage - I think about my similar idea...was it about marriage?...It could have been. A movie like that could be a symbol for the tumoltous idea of marriage...but I was thinking something between James Bond, 1984 and The Bourne Identity. Anyway...

There's The Island which is coming out soon. S. Johansonn ain't my favorite actress. She creeps me out for some reason. I heard she wanted to do a topless scene when the flick is PG 13. what a doofus. My god, talent and originality has been reduced to how many nekkid scenes one does or how many times one says f***. I HATE the F word. It's crass, stupid, and despite what some writers seem to think it does NOT brand one as a sophisticated connisouer of literature. What is F***? A crass word - that Q. Tarantino apparantly loves. If someone says F***, am I supposed to bow and say, "All hail the writer."? Heck no! It's actually embarrasing to me - and If I've EVER said it, I swear, i wasn't in my right mind. I especialy hate it when writers say it because they seem to think it maks them cool or something. Blaaah.

Speaking of Tarantino, Kill The Bride. When? Why wait for the kid to grow up? get another actress. He'd better not blow it either. I'll speculate on "Kill The Bride" tomorrow because I'm tired and this laptop screen is killing me. In the meantime, I'll buzz GW and check up on SGH, gotta read the scripts, get to know the characters. I know Chase pretty well since...well, he's on SG1, lol. Grant...I've never seen 24 unfortuntly. I'll have to watch it one day when mom's not looking or something...yeah, or something..*sneaky smile* Sivea...is that the girl from Batgirl or whatever that show was called? It was on for like five minutes, but I could swear that's her. I'll check on the others later, I'm so beat. Nite all. I'll part tonight with my fav line from Midsummer Nights Dream.

"If we shadows have offended,

Think but this, and all is mended,

That you have but slumber'd here

While these visions did appear.

And this weak and idle theme,

No more yielding but a dream,

Gentles, do not reprehend:if you pardon, we will mend:

And, as I am an honest Puck,

If we have unearned luck

Now to 'scape the serpent's tongue,

We will make amends ere long;

Else the Puck a liar call;

So, good night unto you all.

Give me your hands, if we be friends,

And Robin shall restore amends."

Brainstorming...

Wow, last post in april. That's pathetic. Anyway, this blog won't be used very much except to wrote down little idea here and there.

So I was talking to my self in chat - Mer, Marty, JS and the gang were all in bed - as I should be too, but I digress, I was talking to myself about this thing I'm writing. It's sad how I, a writer with Final Draft at her finger tips can only open up MS Word and jot down a few ideas, but then, that's what brainstorming's all about, ideas.

So what I have so far is a story about parenting ... I don't think I quite understand my story, I'll have to get it put in perspective by my grandmom or mom and see what they think, but what I have so far is this:

Ethan - the protaginist - after a series of adventures, finds' himself on an island with his true father, the one who orchestrated all the events leading up to this one moment. See, Xander - Ethans' stepbrother - was meant as an attractant for Ethan, so that Ethan's true father could finally have both his sons together and join with him, spiritually and physically. But Ethan despised the fact that his father was a man who would do anything to get what he wanted - which was basically, his two boys.

Ethan, being biased and close minded to what his father was rejects his father for a number of reasons. Killing his mother in his conception, killing his father's mistress, killing all those people on the jet just so that he could awaken Ethan's stepfather's child which was still in the belly of his dead mistress, killing his father, and now - the last straw- asking him to give up his human life for what Ethan considers to be no true life at all.

I continue here myself with the father's grief over his sons rejection and sics his brother on Ethan. There is a fight - quite Oidepal, I guess, perhaps not Oeidipal, probably more just the Osiris/Seth tryst, the battle between brothers, and Xander is more his father's son than Ethan. Ethan in attempting to kill Xander - or rather defend himself, stabs instead, his father. They collapse together onto the beach as Ethan, suddenly overcome with guilt tries to comfort his father who says with a weak smile, "Son, this is all I ever wanted all along." And Ethan looks at his gands, realizing his father's blood is all over them, so he says, "What does this mean? What does this mean, you bastard??" There he turns instantly vicious as he knows something's horribly wrong then Xander comes up behind him and takes him in a violent bear hug. They both turn into water and flush down into the beach and ...now I'm stuck - is this the end? Does the son become the father? Should there be some turn of luck and Ethan somehow defeats Xander/Father and returns to his normal being? What? I'll think it up later...anyway, It's time for Golden Girls.

Dear Aspiring

John Irving said "The way you define yourself as a writer is that you write every time you have a free minute. If you didn't behave that way you would never do anything."

That's what I intend to be; a writer. Writing is an escape for me - when I'm down or when I'm bored, or simply when I want my hand to do something. But that's not all. It's a spiritual action - especially depending on what one is writing. If I'm writing poetry, chances are, my mood is at it's most spiritual - afterwards I get into my religious book and say my prayers, etc.

I come from a familey of writers. My parents are writers - my father - although I don't know him - seems too to be one. I suppose it's the gene, the literary force behind the act of one reading that seeps into the genes and causes the children to want to do the same. My mother said that when I was a baby, she used to bring home giant books for me to read and I'd flip through the huge pages as If I was actually reading them. It's to my parents - as well as God, that I give thanks for helping me to understand the craft of writing. I can only hope I have "The Gift" for it.

My hope is to, as soon as I get into college, get into film school, see how I like working behind the camera. I'd even try my hand at directing - though I think you have to be kind of outgoing for that and I am a bit shy. Film has recently in this stage of my life captivated me, made me wonder. Ever since the first time I saw Suddenly Last Summer, when I was caught up in the action of Mission Impossible, when I discovered the "Truth" of the X-files. Although I find Hollywood itself to be a very worldly and godless place, I feel that that act of creating the film itself is rewarding spiritually - especially if what you are writing and filming about has a message within it. People go to the movies for one of four reasons: To be uplifted, to be scared, to be entertained and to learn. Upliftion, entertainment and learning I believe to be the most important of these. Horror is nothing; It's mindless fluff; but even horror can have a message - if it's pulled off well. Rosemary's baby is one of these, and few others I can't recall at the moment. As a screenwriter, you create a mood, a time, a place, and characters for the mood, time and place and you send them on a journey. That journey can be hopeless, spiritual, bogus, terrifying or completly pointless. As a filmmaker, you bring that world from paper to life, to the big screen, to the people who then gleen what they gleen from it, (often in humourously condescending articles.) I think that is very - for lack of a more sophisticated sounding word - Cool.

This blog is mostly for me - for me to post a poem I might wrote - a song I hum to myself one day - a prayer - or to write. This is one of my free minutes. I hoep to have many, many more.

This really doesn't have much to do with this thing I've written but it always makes me feel better somehow to read this poem. The Cloud, By Percy Bysshe Shelley is one of my favorites. It's wet and lonsesome, wild and quiet, thoughtful and quick. It also happens to be what my second middle name means. This is the last part of the poem:
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I am the daughter of earth and water, And the nursling of the sky;

I pass through the pores of the ocean and shores; I change, but I cannot die.

For after the rain when with never a stain, The pavilion of heaven is bare,

And the winds and sunbeams with their convex gleams, Build up the blue dome of air,

I silently laugh at my own cenotaph, And out of the caverns of rain,

Like a child from the womb, like a ghost from the tomb, I arise and unbuild it again.