hecklongtree

So far I've written about 30 pages, the first act, of my screenplay, Bordertown. The story so far: When wrestler-turned-private-detective Pocho Martinez, realizes that one of the men behind an assassination was also involved in the Tlatelolco Massacre, in which many of Pocho's friends died, he agrees to investigate the murder on behalf of the politician's widow.

The writing is going well, except I now realize (seeing how few index cards I have left) that I don't have enough material to fill out the second act (the investigation).

At times like these I wish I had a collaborator.