Hey, right now I'm taking a short break from polishing my screenplay. Over the past few months I killed 20 pages. A lot of writers say killing darlings is terrible -- but I rather enjoyed getting rid of the crap in my writing. It was exciting to see it improve. Like trimming off fat and scrapping it into a waste bin. I just sent it to be analyzed again and see where it needs improvement.
Last round, I killed about 4 characters to never come into fruition, deleted whole sequences (one's that have been there since the beginning), and added more on the Abinadi character. Apparently, I have an amazing antagonist and my critiques were wondering why I didn't integrate him more into the story. Simple: I was basing my antagonist after the best video games of all time, where the villain doesn't actually come till the end. You never see his face, until you must. Oh well. This is film -- not my mind.
I'm curious to see what the results are on it. I've become rather attached to Aryanna, and Daniel even though I only see his character arc for this project.
Anyway, I'm taking a break. Graduation is looming, Sydney's wedding is coming up, and I'm directing one of the student films, which is an interesting role. I hope that I can do it with humility and respect along with all the communication and technical applications that obviously must be there. I have a strong team so I hope we can carry this all through into completion. All I know is there is no better way to graduate from college than making your own student film that technically should be worth 25,000 dollars. Come on, would you rather do this or take some math exam? Yes, it's exciting. Difficult, I must attest to.
But more than worthwhile.
--Loving my breaks
Thursday, February 4, 2010
Friday, January 15, 2010
Movies
Rules: Don't take too long to think about it. Fifteen films you've seen that will always stick with you. First fifteen you can recall in no more than fifteen minutes. Tag fifteen friends, including me because I'm interested in seeing what movies my friends choose. (To do this, go to your Notes tab on your profile page, paste rules in a new note, cast your fifteen picks, and tag people in the note -- upper right hand side.) I hope you participate, even if you didn't get tagged!
1. American Beauty
2. Ed Wood
3. Jurassic Park
4. Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind
5. Garden State
6. The Sound of Music
7. Little Mermaid
8. Charlie and the Chocolate Factory
9. Metropolis
10. The Princess Bride
11. Psycho
12. It Happened One Night
13. Roman Holiday
14. Gladiator
15. Princess Mononoke
1. American Beauty
2. Ed Wood
3. Jurassic Park
4. Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind
5. Garden State
6. The Sound of Music
7. Little Mermaid
8. Charlie and the Chocolate Factory
9. Metropolis
10. The Princess Bride
11. Psycho
12. It Happened One Night
13. Roman Holiday
14. Gladiator
15. Princess Mononoke
Tuesday, August 4, 2009
How I know God Exists
What a dangerous post.
Let's break it down into the single principles we know and see what we can find.
As of yet, we believe that the universe was created with a single action of energy. There are two beliefs (1) That the energy created itself, and therefore was able to form the universe itself within it's own perimeters. Let's call this "the finite theory." (2) That a force created the spark that lit the universe and that this force is beyond the spark that created the universe.
To my own mind (2) the "infinite" universe theory sounds much more solid. For how is nothing able to create something from itself? This is a magic trick in itself. Furthermore, how does it find its principles and overtime allow for the attraction of matter to create matter, planets, stars, and things I never dared dream? How could a random piece of nothing have the intelligence to create the infinite universe? Therefore, something that is infinite, beyond time and space, meaning it must be eternal since it goes BEYOND these perimeters must have created it.
Besides, "nothing" even has a meaning. For if there were no spaces in this post, all the words would be splurged together and would look just like a black dot.
With option two, there is a supreme force that loves creation, for beyond a person there is a planet, and beyond the planet is a solar system, a galaxy, a cluster of galaxies, the entire universe, and what I believe to be God himself who is also in the tiniest of all. Now in expanding on this, we can tell by looking into literature the footprints of a person's mind on what they believe, so if we look at this supreme being's beliefs we can look to his creation and see what's there.
Obviously, he loves creation, loves making it and loves helping it grow. He has expanded the entire universe beyond the scope of any intelligent human's imagination. As well, it seems to have purpose, such as the balance of our solar system. Or even grass itself. I mean we can all ask why is the grass green and say "chloroplasts." But if we are really curious, it's because this God knows that GREEN is pleasing to our eyes and that any other color could have been the grass but this was designated.
So lets look to ourselves. We have five senses that we know about: sight, smell, touch, taste, hearing. God most likely has more senses than we do, in fact I imagine he has an infinite number of senses that go way beyond us. We have five, so why did he choose these five senses? Because he saw that with these five senses we would enjoy creation itself. With "eyes" I am able to see the physical realm, the body that my soul resides, colors, shapes, patterns, smiles, clouds, everything physical. But that isn't to say that there are things unseen, not just because they are tiny, but because we have limited vision that only sees a fraction of visible light. Therefore, there could be much more that we are not seeing, as well as, there could be multiple dimensions we are not seeing that go well beyond the few we understand and know.
Obviously, this "God" wanted us to know and experience creation, and by seeing and witnessing all that he has made, it is evident that someone put it there, otherwise a random spark of energy came to life on its own and created the universe and all these things in their proper order.
We have the ability to decipher sound, make music, and know our own mother's voice. God wanted us to hear what could be heard; that he made a distinct voice for a bird and a distinct voice for a dog and not just random noises to random animals.
But not only can we see and hear these things, but we are able to reach out and touch them. Different textures. Different pains.
We can taste the food that literally grows from the planet, and we can smell the food as well as our own waste. God wants us to experience these things. He created them so that in an everyday experience we would be utilizing his creation and living in it.
So why would a God create people? Maybe there were multiple Gods, scientists, computer hackers: but if so, then why would they need a creation? Wouldn't they be satisfied with their own world? If there are multiple Gods then that means they were also created by something because what we are trying to get at, is the point of origin. Which is God. If there are multiple Gods, then we are much lesser than we realize because we would then be a copy of a copy, and as we all know, with each copy the ink is a little more imperfect.
BUT if there were multiple Gods who created us, what purpose would we have to serve THEM? Because their purpose would be to search out and find truth as well and to find the point of origin, which is GOD. So we would be a tool of their pleasure. They would be serving God but requesting that WE bow down to them full knowing that they are not actually God, because there's a God beyond them that created them. Therefore they would ask for our love because they are lonely even though they have a connection with God? Why would they be lonely, why would they create US if God should be there? If creation tries to create creation that which it creates will be imperfect, at least from our point of view because we are finite, mortal beings...
Therefore, if God created Gods to rule over us, these Gods would be fluff that is in between us and the ultimate connection, the ruler, the creator, the mastermind behind the universe. And these Gods who would know and understand creation so fully, obviously since they were able to create stars and all kinds of things, would absolutely have to praise the real GOD because this universe is created on the principle of... love.
Love is a tough matter. But it is the real deal. A choice. Set for eternity. A commitment, set in stone before we were even created or put into a body, or maybe you were always connected to a body.
So therefore, a GOD created the universe. And because of love, he gave his children the power of free-will so that they were FREE to choose what they wanted to do and not just a thought in his mind. That WE would be REAL. Without free-will, we are not real at all, but merely robots. Merely a program. So in essence, it was a necessity that we would be able to have a will of our own in order to love God, love his creation, love his people, love to love.
Now, why is it that a world that should rightly be consumed in love would be falling short? It's desperation. The world leaders would never destroy each other unless they were DESPERATE for resources, claiming them, and having the little remains of the planet to maximize upon. And you see, this is a great danger because there are a limited amount of resources on the planet and if we are unable to share these resources then humanity itself will die or be plagued to a dystopian regime where our free-will is taken from us and people decide whether or not you can have children because you will have to be fit to their standards as a "perfect breed" in order to have the precious little of this planet, they will tell you what to buy, what to think, how to act, and so forth because the resources will be maxed out and in order to have peace we would have to follow what the God we created, the all-knowing, all-powerful governments we want to protect us, told us to do. Isn't it funny how we're drawn to this all-powerful image? In fact, since the dawning of civilization the idea of a supreme ruler has been inside us, but unfortunately corrupt rulers come, we believe they know everything that they are fit, but we know they are only human. We together are only human.
Desperation leads to fear. A fear that we are not good enough. We begin to desire things. Our pride conquers us, and then sin is allowed. SIN is merely rebellion against God. Against him being the creator. Sin eventually leads to believing that God will not rescue you, so you take matters into your own hands. Steal. Murder. Adultery. Maybe a mistake. An error. But, honestly, rebellion.
But this is the funny thing about religion. This is why I believe in Christianity. From the beginning of the Bible to the end the whole text brings to light that there will be a messiah and that he will be the rescue plan. Across the board in religion, across time, people have believed their self to be this savior. A man with a common name, Jesus, which comes from the name , Joshua meaning GOD RESCUES, had supreme intelligence. He awed the pharisees of his time. Left them speechless. He even, when in Rome, awed the Romans who cared only for entertainment, sports killings. Even at Christ's death, one of the centurions proclaimed he was Christ. How did he move their hearts? Because this savior, this man named GOD RESCUES, had a direct connection to God. He was specifically designed by God with a uniquely made body with a fascinating combination of spirit and flesh. Jesus not only awed the people of his religion, the Jews, but those outside it. A world caught up in various religions, rituals, and the sort were suddenly awed by the Jews, the ODD Jews who did such crazy things as wander the desert for years before finally starting their own settlement. Anyone who knows a thing about settlements knows waiting to make one isn't exactly the best game plan.
The world was awed by the Jews? The Jews, the people who attempted to take on Babylon? The Jews, the slaves of Egypt? What could possibly be right? It was Jesus, the son of God, the answer we needed to rescue us from sin that we had entered because of Satan, the one who desperately wanted to be God himself, who sickly wanted our praise. But no! The truth is the GOD of Israel, the God who created the universe. The God who created our Savior. THIS GOD DESERVES YOUR PRAISE!
And how do we know Christ succeeded? Because he was resurrected. Something that was so astonishing that his disciples created a church on a mission to tell the world of what was to come, that we are the children of God, and that God loves us and that his only son to RESCUE us through his blood. Through his mind. Through his heart. Because God loves you. He loves his creation and wants us dearly.
Why would the disciples go around saying Jesus had risen if he hadn't? Wouldn't they have been made fools? Why would all of them allow their selves to die for something like that if it were a lie? Why would others join them and preach about God? Why would Saul stop persecuting Christians? Because it happened! Because God intervened. Because these people had the unique experience of God intervening in their lives in such a way that they were changed.
But even still, here's how I really know, we often talk about Christ's death. We talk about his life, we talk about the resurrection, but where is he now? He's praying for you. He's praying for you and me and everybody you know constantly. He's in heaven preparing himself to bring us back to God. He's on his knees praying. He's alive. He's absolutely alive. And God's creation, the angels, are cheering him on as he prepares. Because they believe. He believes in us. He is not just a memory.
So next time you're praying, pray for him. Try seeking this out. Try with all your heart because it matters. We are given a limited number of years, so I say we should use our minds and hearts to find the true religion, and not counterfeits that want to be your savior but fall short.
Let's break it down into the single principles we know and see what we can find.
As of yet, we believe that the universe was created with a single action of energy. There are two beliefs (1) That the energy created itself, and therefore was able to form the universe itself within it's own perimeters. Let's call this "the finite theory." (2) That a force created the spark that lit the universe and that this force is beyond the spark that created the universe.
To my own mind (2) the "infinite" universe theory sounds much more solid. For how is nothing able to create something from itself? This is a magic trick in itself. Furthermore, how does it find its principles and overtime allow for the attraction of matter to create matter, planets, stars, and things I never dared dream? How could a random piece of nothing have the intelligence to create the infinite universe? Therefore, something that is infinite, beyond time and space, meaning it must be eternal since it goes BEYOND these perimeters must have created it.
Besides, "nothing" even has a meaning. For if there were no spaces in this post, all the words would be splurged together and would look just like a black dot.
With option two, there is a supreme force that loves creation, for beyond a person there is a planet, and beyond the planet is a solar system, a galaxy, a cluster of galaxies, the entire universe, and what I believe to be God himself who is also in the tiniest of all. Now in expanding on this, we can tell by looking into literature the footprints of a person's mind on what they believe, so if we look at this supreme being's beliefs we can look to his creation and see what's there.
Obviously, he loves creation, loves making it and loves helping it grow. He has expanded the entire universe beyond the scope of any intelligent human's imagination. As well, it seems to have purpose, such as the balance of our solar system. Or even grass itself. I mean we can all ask why is the grass green and say "chloroplasts." But if we are really curious, it's because this God knows that GREEN is pleasing to our eyes and that any other color could have been the grass but this was designated.
So lets look to ourselves. We have five senses that we know about: sight, smell, touch, taste, hearing. God most likely has more senses than we do, in fact I imagine he has an infinite number of senses that go way beyond us. We have five, so why did he choose these five senses? Because he saw that with these five senses we would enjoy creation itself. With "eyes" I am able to see the physical realm, the body that my soul resides, colors, shapes, patterns, smiles, clouds, everything physical. But that isn't to say that there are things unseen, not just because they are tiny, but because we have limited vision that only sees a fraction of visible light. Therefore, there could be much more that we are not seeing, as well as, there could be multiple dimensions we are not seeing that go well beyond the few we understand and know.
Obviously, this "God" wanted us to know and experience creation, and by seeing and witnessing all that he has made, it is evident that someone put it there, otherwise a random spark of energy came to life on its own and created the universe and all these things in their proper order.
We have the ability to decipher sound, make music, and know our own mother's voice. God wanted us to hear what could be heard; that he made a distinct voice for a bird and a distinct voice for a dog and not just random noises to random animals.
But not only can we see and hear these things, but we are able to reach out and touch them. Different textures. Different pains.
We can taste the food that literally grows from the planet, and we can smell the food as well as our own waste. God wants us to experience these things. He created them so that in an everyday experience we would be utilizing his creation and living in it.
So why would a God create people? Maybe there were multiple Gods, scientists, computer hackers: but if so, then why would they need a creation? Wouldn't they be satisfied with their own world? If there are multiple Gods then that means they were also created by something because what we are trying to get at, is the point of origin. Which is God. If there are multiple Gods, then we are much lesser than we realize because we would then be a copy of a copy, and as we all know, with each copy the ink is a little more imperfect.
BUT if there were multiple Gods who created us, what purpose would we have to serve THEM? Because their purpose would be to search out and find truth as well and to find the point of origin, which is GOD. So we would be a tool of their pleasure. They would be serving God but requesting that WE bow down to them full knowing that they are not actually God, because there's a God beyond them that created them. Therefore they would ask for our love because they are lonely even though they have a connection with God? Why would they be lonely, why would they create US if God should be there? If creation tries to create creation that which it creates will be imperfect, at least from our point of view because we are finite, mortal beings...
Therefore, if God created Gods to rule over us, these Gods would be fluff that is in between us and the ultimate connection, the ruler, the creator, the mastermind behind the universe. And these Gods who would know and understand creation so fully, obviously since they were able to create stars and all kinds of things, would absolutely have to praise the real GOD because this universe is created on the principle of... love.
Love is a tough matter. But it is the real deal. A choice. Set for eternity. A commitment, set in stone before we were even created or put into a body, or maybe you were always connected to a body.
So therefore, a GOD created the universe. And because of love, he gave his children the power of free-will so that they were FREE to choose what they wanted to do and not just a thought in his mind. That WE would be REAL. Without free-will, we are not real at all, but merely robots. Merely a program. So in essence, it was a necessity that we would be able to have a will of our own in order to love God, love his creation, love his people, love to love.
Now, why is it that a world that should rightly be consumed in love would be falling short? It's desperation. The world leaders would never destroy each other unless they were DESPERATE for resources, claiming them, and having the little remains of the planet to maximize upon. And you see, this is a great danger because there are a limited amount of resources on the planet and if we are unable to share these resources then humanity itself will die or be plagued to a dystopian regime where our free-will is taken from us and people decide whether or not you can have children because you will have to be fit to their standards as a "perfect breed" in order to have the precious little of this planet, they will tell you what to buy, what to think, how to act, and so forth because the resources will be maxed out and in order to have peace we would have to follow what the God we created, the all-knowing, all-powerful governments we want to protect us, told us to do. Isn't it funny how we're drawn to this all-powerful image? In fact, since the dawning of civilization the idea of a supreme ruler has been inside us, but unfortunately corrupt rulers come, we believe they know everything that they are fit, but we know they are only human. We together are only human.
Desperation leads to fear. A fear that we are not good enough. We begin to desire things. Our pride conquers us, and then sin is allowed. SIN is merely rebellion against God. Against him being the creator. Sin eventually leads to believing that God will not rescue you, so you take matters into your own hands. Steal. Murder. Adultery. Maybe a mistake. An error. But, honestly, rebellion.
But this is the funny thing about religion. This is why I believe in Christianity. From the beginning of the Bible to the end the whole text brings to light that there will be a messiah and that he will be the rescue plan. Across the board in religion, across time, people have believed their self to be this savior. A man with a common name, Jesus, which comes from the name , Joshua meaning GOD RESCUES, had supreme intelligence. He awed the pharisees of his time. Left them speechless. He even, when in Rome, awed the Romans who cared only for entertainment, sports killings. Even at Christ's death, one of the centurions proclaimed he was Christ. How did he move their hearts? Because this savior, this man named GOD RESCUES, had a direct connection to God. He was specifically designed by God with a uniquely made body with a fascinating combination of spirit and flesh. Jesus not only awed the people of his religion, the Jews, but those outside it. A world caught up in various religions, rituals, and the sort were suddenly awed by the Jews, the ODD Jews who did such crazy things as wander the desert for years before finally starting their own settlement. Anyone who knows a thing about settlements knows waiting to make one isn't exactly the best game plan.
The world was awed by the Jews? The Jews, the people who attempted to take on Babylon? The Jews, the slaves of Egypt? What could possibly be right? It was Jesus, the son of God, the answer we needed to rescue us from sin that we had entered because of Satan, the one who desperately wanted to be God himself, who sickly wanted our praise. But no! The truth is the GOD of Israel, the God who created the universe. The God who created our Savior. THIS GOD DESERVES YOUR PRAISE!
And how do we know Christ succeeded? Because he was resurrected. Something that was so astonishing that his disciples created a church on a mission to tell the world of what was to come, that we are the children of God, and that God loves us and that his only son to RESCUE us through his blood. Through his mind. Through his heart. Because God loves you. He loves his creation and wants us dearly.
Why would the disciples go around saying Jesus had risen if he hadn't? Wouldn't they have been made fools? Why would all of them allow their selves to die for something like that if it were a lie? Why would others join them and preach about God? Why would Saul stop persecuting Christians? Because it happened! Because God intervened. Because these people had the unique experience of God intervening in their lives in such a way that they were changed.
But even still, here's how I really know, we often talk about Christ's death. We talk about his life, we talk about the resurrection, but where is he now? He's praying for you. He's praying for you and me and everybody you know constantly. He's in heaven preparing himself to bring us back to God. He's on his knees praying. He's alive. He's absolutely alive. And God's creation, the angels, are cheering him on as he prepares. Because they believe. He believes in us. He is not just a memory.
So next time you're praying, pray for him. Try seeking this out. Try with all your heart because it matters. We are given a limited number of years, so I say we should use our minds and hearts to find the true religion, and not counterfeits that want to be your savior but fall short.
Monday, July 27, 2009
Tides Changed.
I guess, after all, I'm not catching that ship.
Before I tweak away on this massive portrayal of a vision in my mind, I figured I should sit down and face my thoughts. I have a lot of them, some of them are rather cute, while others are cute and pesky, and others are made of cheese.
See? This is my current thought process, and I don't think it works too well with what I need to do, so I should do a little warm-up.
There's two main things I need to do. I'm looking at all my action verbs and seeing where I need more variation. This is quite perfectionist like, but anything to boost up the stamina of the piece in order for it to shine more than its competitors.
Next, I have to take a knife to the dialogue. Cut it apart and find where the British parts are and shave off the American in me. Yes, I am an American who's writing a British screenplay. I'm mental.
Next up, conquering the world with a spoon: what many world leaders didn't want you to know. Kidding.
I don't even have a spoon.
Okay, so it's inevitable that my well developed sense of humor that only tickles some peoples fancy, would escape at this point. It was very hard to tame in writing a horror script. Yes. Why would I do that to myself. I really don't know; it probably would have been smarter to go after comedy, but I had this one scene in my mind. It's in the script but completely changed, I mean, there's not even a dog! As well, much of what I originally envisioned isn't even close, but better. I have to remember that my mind is guiding me through this and not controlling it. If I try to control it, my hand comes through and spanks the wee little creative work and then what do we have, bagels?
Yes, bagels. Arbitrary and tasty.
I have a crink in my shoulder. What do I do?!
Crink is not a word. This astounds me. Astounds I say.
Well, I'm getting on my wagon to insanity now, good luck everyone who reads this. There's a bounty of information to smother your mind with.
Before I tweak away on this massive portrayal of a vision in my mind, I figured I should sit down and face my thoughts. I have a lot of them, some of them are rather cute, while others are cute and pesky, and others are made of cheese.
See? This is my current thought process, and I don't think it works too well with what I need to do, so I should do a little warm-up.
There's two main things I need to do. I'm looking at all my action verbs and seeing where I need more variation. This is quite perfectionist like, but anything to boost up the stamina of the piece in order for it to shine more than its competitors.
Next, I have to take a knife to the dialogue. Cut it apart and find where the British parts are and shave off the American in me. Yes, I am an American who's writing a British screenplay. I'm mental.
Next up, conquering the world with a spoon: what many world leaders didn't want you to know. Kidding.
I don't even have a spoon.
Okay, so it's inevitable that my well developed sense of humor that only tickles some peoples fancy, would escape at this point. It was very hard to tame in writing a horror script. Yes. Why would I do that to myself. I really don't know; it probably would have been smarter to go after comedy, but I had this one scene in my mind. It's in the script but completely changed, I mean, there's not even a dog! As well, much of what I originally envisioned isn't even close, but better. I have to remember that my mind is guiding me through this and not controlling it. If I try to control it, my hand comes through and spanks the wee little creative work and then what do we have, bagels?
Yes, bagels. Arbitrary and tasty.
I have a crink in my shoulder. What do I do?!
Crink is not a word. This astounds me. Astounds I say.
Well, I'm getting on my wagon to insanity now, good luck everyone who reads this. There's a bounty of information to smother your mind with.
Hello Dearest
Round 2, finished. Round 3 will be short, sweet, and to the punch, I tell you!
140 pages so far. It's unbelievable. And the depth that I've learned in myself, the world, and so many other things leaves me awestruck. And still even, I could keep going for infinity in redefining this story world, but I know at some point I have to say, this was my best in that summer, take it or leave it.
My critique partner was somewhat dismayed by my end. I'm going to reread it a few times and see if I can change a chink in the block, but who knows, it may be impossible at this point. It may have to fly with a few broken feathers, or wings.
And, unexpectedly, the theme to Final Fantasy 3(6)'s airship theme is playing. Kind of a crazy coincidence. And before that, it was "American Dream" by Philip Glass.
I was intending to write a much needed post, but unfortunately in being as nomadic as I am these days, my ride is shipping sail faster than I expected. Sad day.
Hopefully, I can figure out how to make this story world triumph.
Oh, Distant Worlds.
Distant Worlds. Great title.
140 pages so far. It's unbelievable. And the depth that I've learned in myself, the world, and so many other things leaves me awestruck. And still even, I could keep going for infinity in redefining this story world, but I know at some point I have to say, this was my best in that summer, take it or leave it.
My critique partner was somewhat dismayed by my end. I'm going to reread it a few times and see if I can change a chink in the block, but who knows, it may be impossible at this point. It may have to fly with a few broken feathers, or wings.
And, unexpectedly, the theme to Final Fantasy 3(6)'s airship theme is playing. Kind of a crazy coincidence. And before that, it was "American Dream" by Philip Glass.
I was intending to write a much needed post, but unfortunately in being as nomadic as I am these days, my ride is shipping sail faster than I expected. Sad day.
Hopefully, I can figure out how to make this story world triumph.
Oh, Distant Worlds.
Distant Worlds. Great title.
Tuesday, July 7, 2009
Oh yes
Read the Bible. Pray. Talk to your church friends in long conversations over meals and coffee for years and years. Learn to love each other so that whatever you do in church gets filtered through your concern for how it will affect others in the community. Then do church in the ways that seem right to you. Let no other concern EVER surpass your desire to be right about church.
Wednesday, July 1, 2009
Keep Bleeding, Keep Bleeding Love
Hello. Getting ready for some more analyzing of my thoughts and how to approach this gigantic task, allowing plots to run free for awhile and then ask them to come together into a nice cohesive whole, meaning, the end. Now, if I trust myself that means all of the threads that I have created will somehow meet at one defining crux. This is not an easy task, especially since I believe the hand of the writer does need to mark itself, but yet the creation be itself.
There's many morals to be learned in writing. I've tapped into a few after staring at monitors slaving over the correct word equation or = will my audience keep reading this?
Beyond the veil of the words I write, I have to remember my relationship with the unseen audience. I will never know their faces; I will never even know if this sells. I just have to let it fly and trust myself. And if it's the only one to spring from my finger tips, then shall be it.
The upcoming assignment is turn in pages 40-60, I'm writing up to 100 at this point so I'm not scared. But let's review:
I have the protagonist. She is an impulsive mind reader in the INFJ of myers brigg. A British beauty not knowing her childhood or even herself for that matter. Her goal is to triumph over evil, that's the way it should be, and to discover herself. She doesn't have to discover her past, at this point, but instead who she is today.
Daniel is a favorite of my class. He's like that person I've secretly always wanted to meet and he's secretly creeped from my hand. Opps. I meant for "Aryanna" to be the one to steal the show, but I think this character and his personal circumstances are just too fetching, I mean the death of a sister, problems with parents, and loving the girl next door? He's a riot. My little ESFP.
And you can't have a story without a contagonist. I didn't even realize until recently that this literature hybrid existed. I thought it was just the protagonist vs. the antagonist. I am mistaken. I don't entirely understand this concept, but he's veiled in mystery. A typical INTJ, crawling in secrecy, smart, caring underneath it all, but they don't really want you to know what they are thinking. Keep it on the surface; that way you don't offend people.
Then a whole consort of a cast from ballerinas, demons, MI-5, news reporters, a bounty hunter, orphans, and well, that's probably enough for now.
Who's crazy enough to write something like this as a first major undertaking? Me! That's who. Do I have a clue as to what I'm doing? I don't know, you'll have to figure that one out. I do know that I've meticulized this for several hours upon hours, upon you wouldn't want to know.
Writing is incredibly dangerous, and sometimes in my room with the world asleep I type those thoughts that really want to come out, stare at them no matter what they are and say "There, I give you a moment to live, now I delete you because you are in fact useless." Don't be afraid of the words themselves, the words are there for you to direct, to know, and to be as art for the greater good-- action.
Words are dribble. We must now them. Society mandates it. And if there's any art form to know, it's words because it controls, it manipulates, it stirs our emotions, and it counsels us. Maybe that's why God gave us "the word." Instead of wait till the 18th century at the dawn of film and wait for a film to be made. Hmm?
Could the word itself only be a shadow of what's to come? Why have the word if you can have the whole entity itself?
Okay, so I'm just writing a script and with it philosophy unravels itself before my eyes. You have to decide things like "If I'm going to have demons in this script, how much horror do I want to reveal? What can my audience take?" I know I must limit myself instead of unmask the horror to what potentially a twelve year old could see which is unfair, unsettling, and destructive. Even if clever. Even if beautiful, but beauty isn't the only goal. Yes, beauty is a goal. This is film. Aesthetics are of the essence. Who watches a grainy film with bad color? Not even people who appreciated black-and-white features. Not even Walt Disney, the master artist of Snow White.
Now, I'm a pretty insignificant person so if anything comes of this I won't know how to handle myself, which is why at times I just stare at an empty screen (sometimes with a few scratches that attempt to scar into the paper.) Sometimes I just find a song or two on the lonely hills of the internet and I lie down and think "Wow. Music is a gift." I mean, if I can't appease my eyes by looking at the screen, then it's time to turn to my ears and give them some type of grace.
I am quite good to my ears.
"Quite" I think, is a dictionary conundrum.
So the last sequences are coming, am I ready to face such plot? Can the creator of this script handle what the characters need? That is the test. I am not fit for these ideas if the characters run flat. Some of them can, I mean not everybody is allowed to go past 2 dimensions. You do know 2 dimensional people, right?
It's the action sequence that kills me. How do you write an escape chase scene, with a bounty hunter, guns, swords, demons, a helicopter, downtown London, MI-5, at night, and with only words? Maybe experience Hollywood a little and know what the heck I am doing? Or, perhaps I need to just stay fresh and just let it be. I'm not trying to write the greatest action sequence of all time. That's already been down. Matrix 2. The freeway. The complexity of sound, vehicles, story and music all composed in an operatic pristine production. I mean, it makes you believe in things if you get it, and it was some kind of expensive, I'm sure. (But billionaires they be.) Entertainment at it's finest. And you only have a bowl of popcorn.
It's really fantastic to me. That such talented people who look for a way to break in our to serve the community's entertainment, the regular folk and their action fix. Action is the movie in my opinion. If you want a good story, read a book. But if you want to be daunted by how well someone can capture human movement, watch a movie.
And this is the chain of command where what pulls from what:
Religion - philosophy - literature - books - movies - video games
Doesn't mean one is greater than the other, but it's a morph that pulls a genre from another to make itself. Although, I'm living out art and music, but that is there somewhere. I'm not speaking about medium entirely anyway...
Sarah's here. I've rambled enough.
There's many morals to be learned in writing. I've tapped into a few after staring at monitors slaving over the correct word equation or = will my audience keep reading this?
Beyond the veil of the words I write, I have to remember my relationship with the unseen audience. I will never know their faces; I will never even know if this sells. I just have to let it fly and trust myself. And if it's the only one to spring from my finger tips, then shall be it.
The upcoming assignment is turn in pages 40-60, I'm writing up to 100 at this point so I'm not scared. But let's review:
I have the protagonist. She is an impulsive mind reader in the INFJ of myers brigg. A British beauty not knowing her childhood or even herself for that matter. Her goal is to triumph over evil, that's the way it should be, and to discover herself. She doesn't have to discover her past, at this point, but instead who she is today.
Daniel is a favorite of my class. He's like that person I've secretly always wanted to meet and he's secretly creeped from my hand. Opps. I meant for "Aryanna" to be the one to steal the show, but I think this character and his personal circumstances are just too fetching, I mean the death of a sister, problems with parents, and loving the girl next door? He's a riot. My little ESFP.
And you can't have a story without a contagonist. I didn't even realize until recently that this literature hybrid existed. I thought it was just the protagonist vs. the antagonist. I am mistaken. I don't entirely understand this concept, but he's veiled in mystery. A typical INTJ, crawling in secrecy, smart, caring underneath it all, but they don't really want you to know what they are thinking. Keep it on the surface; that way you don't offend people.
Then a whole consort of a cast from ballerinas, demons, MI-5, news reporters, a bounty hunter, orphans, and well, that's probably enough for now.
Who's crazy enough to write something like this as a first major undertaking? Me! That's who. Do I have a clue as to what I'm doing? I don't know, you'll have to figure that one out. I do know that I've meticulized this for several hours upon hours, upon you wouldn't want to know.
Writing is incredibly dangerous, and sometimes in my room with the world asleep I type those thoughts that really want to come out, stare at them no matter what they are and say "There, I give you a moment to live, now I delete you because you are in fact useless." Don't be afraid of the words themselves, the words are there for you to direct, to know, and to be as art for the greater good-- action.
Words are dribble. We must now them. Society mandates it. And if there's any art form to know, it's words because it controls, it manipulates, it stirs our emotions, and it counsels us. Maybe that's why God gave us "the word." Instead of wait till the 18th century at the dawn of film and wait for a film to be made. Hmm?
Could the word itself only be a shadow of what's to come? Why have the word if you can have the whole entity itself?
Okay, so I'm just writing a script and with it philosophy unravels itself before my eyes. You have to decide things like "If I'm going to have demons in this script, how much horror do I want to reveal? What can my audience take?" I know I must limit myself instead of unmask the horror to what potentially a twelve year old could see which is unfair, unsettling, and destructive. Even if clever. Even if beautiful, but beauty isn't the only goal. Yes, beauty is a goal. This is film. Aesthetics are of the essence. Who watches a grainy film with bad color? Not even people who appreciated black-and-white features. Not even Walt Disney, the master artist of Snow White.
Now, I'm a pretty insignificant person so if anything comes of this I won't know how to handle myself, which is why at times I just stare at an empty screen (sometimes with a few scratches that attempt to scar into the paper.) Sometimes I just find a song or two on the lonely hills of the internet and I lie down and think "Wow. Music is a gift." I mean, if I can't appease my eyes by looking at the screen, then it's time to turn to my ears and give them some type of grace.
I am quite good to my ears.
"Quite" I think, is a dictionary conundrum.
So the last sequences are coming, am I ready to face such plot? Can the creator of this script handle what the characters need? That is the test. I am not fit for these ideas if the characters run flat. Some of them can, I mean not everybody is allowed to go past 2 dimensions. You do know 2 dimensional people, right?
It's the action sequence that kills me. How do you write an escape chase scene, with a bounty hunter, guns, swords, demons, a helicopter, downtown London, MI-5, at night, and with only words? Maybe experience Hollywood a little and know what the heck I am doing? Or, perhaps I need to just stay fresh and just let it be. I'm not trying to write the greatest action sequence of all time. That's already been down. Matrix 2. The freeway. The complexity of sound, vehicles, story and music all composed in an operatic pristine production. I mean, it makes you believe in things if you get it, and it was some kind of expensive, I'm sure. (But billionaires they be.) Entertainment at it's finest. And you only have a bowl of popcorn.
It's really fantastic to me. That such talented people who look for a way to break in our to serve the community's entertainment, the regular folk and their action fix. Action is the movie in my opinion. If you want a good story, read a book. But if you want to be daunted by how well someone can capture human movement, watch a movie.
And this is the chain of command where what pulls from what:
Religion - philosophy - literature - books - movies - video games
Doesn't mean one is greater than the other, but it's a morph that pulls a genre from another to make itself. Although, I'm living out art and music, but that is there somewhere. I'm not speaking about medium entirely anyway...
Sarah's here. I've rambled enough.
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