| Validation, Elation.... My first bragging rights in Hollywood |
[Dec. 1st, 2006|07:48 am] |
Validation
Well, I didn't win, but I didn't get rejected either. In fact, I feel like my script was validated for what it is. For god's sake, I am surrounded by romantic comedies on this list.
Seriously, I couldn't be happier. I went into this competition knowing that it was geared toward a family friendly audience, but entered anyway. They guarunteed feedback for every entry. To be listed in the Honorable Mentions is a big deal for me. This gives me something for my resume, and has me convinced that the new one I'm working on will be better for everything I've learned.
Script Savvy Screenplay Competition
Connecting writers with filmmakers!
2006 CONTEST WINNERS ANNOUNCED!
(Nov 30, 2006)
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WINNER:
Smilers by Mike McGeever
A Capra-esque romantic comedy about a cynical auditor who gets stuck auditing a small town businesswoman and comes to learn that not all smiles are phoney.
This story jumps off the page with a wry, sardonic wit and ultimately transforms into a good old fashioned heart warmer.
TOP 10 FINALISTS:
The Truth by Walden Matussey by Tim Boughn
Guaguin's Garden by Brandon Rosin
In the Lion's Den by S. Douglas Knox
Beyond the Horizon by George Ferris
The Playwright by Kenneth Shelden
Love And/Or Sex by Mark Fitzhenry
The Intended by Ned Farrell
Getting the Business by Haik Hakobian
Winnerman by Maryann Beckman and Susan Skalinski
Soul Posessions by Steve A. Kennedy and Vince Churchill
HONORABLE MENTION (top 10%):
Voices by Susan Klos
Trees by Joaquin Perez
Blue Ground by James T. Frazier
Kenai Gold by John P. Mull III
I.C.E. Bandits by John P. Mull III and Lt. Col. John E. Strandberg
The Third Kind of Midnight by Henry J. Raymond III
Shadow's Touch by Jorge J. Lomastro
The Second by Jorge J. Lomastro
Charley Star by Jane Arrowsmith Edwards
Half of an Orange by Catherine Y. Fridey
The Man with the Package by Kitania Kavey and David Mulligan
DeadEnd Wonderland by Andrew Martin
Game Seven by Patrick Douglas
Unity by Eugene L. Langlais III
M E R C S by Edward Herr
Ancestral Home by Aaron Yarber
Bets on Four by Raf Leon Dahlquist
Peace 101 by Eric Biskamp
Pearls of China by Reggie Garcia Littlejohn
Saving Grace by Barbara Frances
Show Me Life by Shelly Paino
Angel De Muerte by Michael A. Cantu and Dayanara Rico
The O'Broynes by Ken Byrnes
Carthage by Peter Lancucki |
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| An idea for fighting terrorism |
[Sep. 18th, 2006|01:47 pm] |
War is not working. That is a fact. Their newest idea is to consruct a moat around Bagdhad. Is this Midievil times? Did they see the eposide of "The Family Guy" where Peter seceeds from the US and starts his "Petopia"? He builds a moat around his house, and there is a lone knight shown trying to navigate the water. That wasn't a good idea.
So, here is my idea. Why don't they connect the principles they use for combating Gang violence over here to the problem of terrorism. Both problems have their genesis with desperate people adopting the wrong measures. Here, we find ex-gang members, put them into a community center, and have them reach out to these kids. I'm sure that they can find some people to do this in Iraq. It may even seem like a better solution to the people than bombing the hell out of thier buildings, and killing their civilians.
People will say that we still have gangs in America, but things are getting better with Outreach's model of diplomacy. It takes a long time to accomplish shomething with diplomatic tactics, but the payoff can be better than that of a war torn country. Outreach and diplomacy unites people through common sense, and could be a new solution for the world. And, hey, war hasn't solved anything in the past 3000 or so years. That's a fact because the practice still exists. If war really ever solved things, then there would be one war fought over the disagreement, and that would be the end of it. That is the definition of solving something.
To this solution, you may also be thinking that attacks will still take place. Well, there was an almost 60 year spread between Pearl Harbor and 9/11, the only times a foreign entity attacked our soil. Six years of Dubbaya keeping us "safe" is not a history. The last huge erruption of gang violence took place during the Rodney King case (a minority being beaten by the supreme power, hmmmmm), and that was 1992. That's much longer than Dubbaya's "safe record", and it was achieved with some level of grassroots diplomacy. It's time to think outside of the box if we really want a better future. |
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| Inhaling American Spirit Seems Slightly Ironic |
[Sep. 3rd, 2006|07:42 am] |
| [ | Current Location |
| | Home | ] |
| [ | mood |
| |  at 7 am | ] |
| [ | music |
| | The Pavers- Beautiful | ] |
I Need to Quit
Smoking cigarettes
My body is at rest
More than in motion
I fear the tar has entered
My bloodstream
I thought I could control
Addiction
But that's the wrong perception
My downfall is perpetual
Even though the demons
Are only sometimes actual
Is solitary a state of being? |
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| Twelve Passages of Pain- This morning's reflection |
[Aug. 30th, 2006|09:17 am] |
Twelve Passages of Pain
(Unedited, probably meaningless; rambling)
By: Andrew Martin
A subject of cabin fever
Cabin crossed
Crossed a Crohn
Pain; a fever
Passing seeds like stones
Daydreams
Nightmares
Meshed together with six a.m. groveling
god, why can’t I sleep?
It’s a luxury for the unemployed
Sleeping in…
Completely lost on me.
Fifteen minutes of laying in bed
The cycle starts again.
I forgot my glasses
The world blurs circles.
Awake this time
I crawl to the blue monitor
Click, click, click
Forty-five minutes until the radio crows
A loop, a motion; a rotating lap.
Bloodshot eyes wait for electronic roosters to clap
Up again; prisoner of the pre-dawn
Anxiety over Question?’s
Light cigarettes….
Only satisfying when the holes are covered.
Lust for smoke is craved
I wish I could stay out and play
But, instead, I return to the cave.
On the counter
A brewing pot of coffee
Can’t fucking drink the stuff
I just can’t resist the smell.
I’ll breathe the vapor
Just for a moment
Wishing for the atmosphere.
Criss/Crossed the apartment
Quite a crossed Crohn
Ate a poppy seed muffin
Oh god, how the seeds passed
Like stones
Riddled with pain
Every fucking day
Passing the same
I hate
Every single thing I own.
Maybe I shouldn’t have said that.
The cycle starts again
A plant and a person can only grow
To a size suitable for the environment they own.
I’ll take the newspaper this time
Reflect on narrow-mindedness
Everyone’s lacking imagination.
How can I blame them?
The view out of my window
Leads straight into my neighbor’s
Sometimes I can’t help but see
Exactly what they are doing
Who’s yelling; everyone’s in pain.
It’s not spying or prying
The President sanctions wire tapping.
I’ll get on the pot again
Pray the pain passes.
Back on the couch again
Reflecting on flat white walls
I think about painting them.
But I think I’ll be drifting soon.
Too bad the shackles shut tight
This prison, this cave
A porcelain room
I’m constantly its slave.
Early evening,
And the books on the shelves
Would mostly be re-runs
The urge is strong
A senseless, meaningless magazine
Will have to do.
The wrong people get rich
It’d take a slight number
Of millionaires
To un-sink a city
Page two has pictures of ten of them
I’ll just think them faceless
Blank.
Drop their soiled images
Straight into the tank.
Goddammit, shit; the sweat starts
Am I septic this time?
I’d check it out
But this body is uninsured
Refused by heads of states
Departments and their rubber stamps.
Sweat trickles
Beads of moisture
Consciousness wanes
I want nothing but closure
But I’ll fight to stay in this game.
Even though right in the forefront
I know tomorrow will hold exactly the same. |
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| rejection |
[Aug. 22nd, 2006|08:13 pm] |
Dear Andrew,
We have reviewed your logline and synopsis. Although we recognize that you have put a lot of thought into your script, we do not feel that we are the right company to successfully manage your career.
Please do not let this discourage your future endeavors. The entertainment industry is largely subjective, and another agent or manager may feel differently about your work. Thank you for allowing Evatopia Entertainment to consider your work.
Sincerely,
Jamie Davis
Story Assistant |
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| The Vivian Girls Are Visited In the Night by a Saint |
[Aug. 18th, 2006|12:51 pm] |
| [ | Current Location |
| | Home | ] |
| [ | mood |
| |  with soothing music | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Sufjan Stevens: "The Avalanche" | ] |
Just went to the record shop, and now I'm stocked. Picked up "The Avalanche" by Sufjan Stevens; Finished my Elliott Smith collection with "Roman Candle" and "Cop and Speeder" by his previous band Heatmiser. Also got "Begin to Hope" by Regina Spector, and my tenth copy of "Suffer" by Bad Religion. I keep giving copies of that last one away. That disc is full of feeling and malaise, and has developed a compulsion within me. Every time I see a cheap, used copy of "Suffer" I have to get it, just so it can be given away. That's what music is really for, isn't it? It's not meant to sit on a shelf, or be long logged in legal battles because teenagers say 'Listen to this...' and put it on a P2P. I wonder who this copy will go to. |
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| Another Sunny Song Today |
[Aug. 17th, 2006|06:08 pm] |
| [ | Current Location |
| | Home: Where else? | ] |
| [ | mood |
| | Cat makes me happy | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Cat Stevens: Footsteps in the Dark | ] |
Trouble
By Cat Stevens
Trouble
Oh trouble set me free
I have seen your face
And it's too much too much for me
Trouble
Oh trouble can't you see
You're eating my heart away
And there's nothing much left of me
I've drunk your wine
You have made your world mine
So won't you be fair
So won't you be fair
I don't want no more of you
So won't you be kind to me
Just let me go where
I'll have to go there
Trouble
Oh trouble move away
I have seen your face
and it's too much for me today
Trouble
Oh trouble can't you see
You have made me a wreck
Now won't you leave me in my misery
I've seen your eyes
and I can see death's disguise
Hangin' on me
Hangin' on me
I'm beat, I'm torn
Shattered and tossed and worn
Too shocking to see
Too shocking to see
Trouble
Oh trouble move from me
I have paid my debt
Now won't you leave me in my misery
Trouble
Oh trouble please be kind
I don't want no fight
And I haven't got a lot of time |
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| An Update |
[Aug. 14th, 2006|05:42 am] |
| [ | Tags | | | insomniatic | ] |
| [ | Current Location |
| | Awake | ] |
| [ | mood |
| |  the world exists again | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Black Flag- The First Four Years | ] |
Tried to sleep again at 4am
Tossed and turned for ages
Then the thoughts faded
Slipping and sliding
Rushing through the sleep side
Nestled in the images of an R.E.M
Like a bullhorn
An amplified sound
A car alarm screeches through the pre-dawn blue
Staring, thoughts race again at 5am
Sleep?????
Another thing to save until tomorrow |
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| Poignant Lyrics for a Sleepless Night |
[Aug. 14th, 2006|03:36 am] |
Sorry for the overabundance of music lyrics, but that's been what has been filling my world lately. I'm big on lyrics, too. If a band doesn't have meaningful lyrics, then they'd better have strings, have brass,be jazz, or shove off.
NERVOUS BREAKDOWN
By Black Flag
I'm about
To have a nervous breakdown
My head really hurts
If I don't find a way out of here
I'm gonna go berserk 'cuz
I'm crazy and I'm hurt
Head on my shoulders
It's going...berserk
I hear the same old talk talk talk
The same old lines
Don't do me that today, yeah
If you know what's good for you you'll get out of my way 'cuz
I'm crazy and I'm hurt
Head on my shoulders
Going...berserk
I won't apologize
For acting outta line
You see the way I am
You leave any time you can 'cuz
I'm crazy and I'm hurt
Head on my shoulders
Going...berserk
Crazy! Crazy! Crazy! Crazy!
I don't care what you fuckin' do
I don't care what you fuckin' say
I'm so sick of everything
I just want to...die! |
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