Are You Serious? or (Two Mini Updates)

Mini Update #1

In an earlier post, I mentioned that I was trying to get to my goal weight.  Well, I am .1 pounds away from it, and I have an exciting shopping story for you!

I needed a dress for an event that was coming up and didn’t have much time left to find one.  I decided to go to the consignment shop around the corner, which isn’t always a good idea when I have Cupcake with me.  She got away from me at a small store, tripped, and got a small carpet burn on her forehead.  I was desperate to find a dress, so I went with her anyway.

I found the perfect looking dress.  It was Nine West, black, and had a cool 60’s vibe to it.  The price was way more than I wanted to spend, especially at a consignment store ($50!  At a consignment store!), but I thought I would at least try it on anyway.  It was an eight.  I held my breath, hoping it would look as cute on me as it did  on the hanger.

Trying on clothes has been a harrowing experience since puberty struck.  After one scarring school shopping experience when I left the store without new clothes and bawling my eyes out, I have never been one to enjoy clothes shopping.  This time was different.

The eight was too big.  I couldn’t believe it!  There wasn’t a single black dress in a smaller size.  Even though I left the store empty handed, I was happy.  I don’t think I’ve ever been smaller than an eight before.

Mini Update #2

I’ve been working on my Writer’s Store Contest story idea.  I’ve even gotten some scenes sketched out.  I am actually putting myself out there, and I am really excited about it.  I will let you know how it goes!

Bonus Update!!!

For the month of August, I am watching one movie a day and discussing it on my blog.  Watch along with me or choose a movie for yourself.  Check out my 30 Days, 30 Movies page for more info!

Get your Remote Ready!

Opportunity Knocks or (Will I Take a Chance?)

The Writer’s Store is having another Industry Insider Screenwriting Contest.  In this contest, they give you a logline, a one to two sentence story description, and ask you to write the first fifteen pages on your take for the screenplay.  The last time this was offered, I was less than interested.  The logline was about four guys who wanted to have one more bachelor bash and made up a fake friend to pull the wool over their wives eyes.  That is a movie I would begrudgingly rent and watch with Hunny, but not a movie I would want to work on.  Even as an extra.

This logline really hooked me:

After waking to find his wife dead in their backyard, a man conducts his own investigation, and uncovers the hidden life of a woman he thought he knew.

Yes.  This is definitely something with which I could work.  I mean, I grew up on these kinds of movies.  It speaks to the paranoia that my mother so lovingly instilled in me (single tear), and I have some really cool ideas for it.

The only question is: Will I do it?  Will I put myself out there, risking time and brain power, to possibly be dropped to the ground and negative $50 in my bank account?  I have fears.  I entered a short story contest several years ago with one of what I considered my best stories.  I received it back with some pretty bleak notes, and I was kind of crushed about it.  Unfortunately, I think that if you aren’t a finalist you do not get any feedback to know why they didn’t like your story, which would leave me puzzled and wondering “what’s wrong with me” and “why didn’t they like it?”

Inexplicably, I think I have both fear of failure and fear of success.  I think that is why I procrastinate.  I’m afraid of being a “loser” and afraid of what being a “winner” will mean – more work, more expectations to possibly fail, etc.  But if I were looking at it from my “six months to live experiment” lenses, I would say who cares if I win or lose?  I tried.

What I must do and what I hope to do is rely on the Lord to vanquish my fears and take a chance.  Because:

For God has not given us a spirit of fear, but of power and of love and of a sound mind.  2 Timothy 1:7

So I am going to carve out some time away from Cupcake and Hunny today to work on this small step towards realizing my dream.

This is why I can't write with Cupcake around

Hello Newman!

Ok, here’s the deal.  My goal this year is to finish a screenplay.  A more lofty goal is to finish a screenplay by the Great American Pitchfest.  I heard about it on a screenwriting podcast two years ago.  The first year, I couldn’t go.  Last year, Hunny got jury duty and by the time he heard back that they were freeing him this time, it was too late.  This year, I would really love to go.  But first, I need a finished script to tag along for the ride.

I have four story ideas that have been bouncing around my head for a while that I want to get on paper.  The first year that I couldn’t go to the Great American Pitchfest, I tried and failed to finish Story Number One.  I left that one on the back burner because there were some stray lines that I couldn’t get back together and straighten up.  I am still not sure if that story is better told as a movie or a web series.  That is a problem with stories.  They aren’t always what they seem.  Last year, I didn’t work on any screenplays.  This year will be different, and is already different.

I think that this could be beneficial to anyone.  Really!  Let me tell you.  The Writer’s Store shared Jerry Seinfeld’s method.  Every year, he takes a desk calendar and every day that he writes new material, he marks it with an X.  His motivation is to keep the chain going.  The longer the chain of X’s the more he wants to keep it going.  It is a visual of how much you have actually done, too.  I started doing this last month, and I haven’t keep a chain going, BUT I know how much I’ve written.  I can’t say that about any other year.  I can see when I have written something and when I haven’t.  That is what will help me reach my goal of one screenplay finished this year.  This doesn’t have to be used for writing.  It can be used for painting, crafting, or practicing any task.  I recommend at least trying it.

By the way, if you’re reading this, where did you come from?  Also, thank you.  I feel less stupid knowing someone read something I’ve written.