im entering a writing sample for a screenwriting class this summer in Aspen and, well its supposed to be 10 pages. I havent written 10 pages in over half of a year, maybe longer. oh and i have only until April 1st. What the hell am i going to write about? I have more material now than ive had in a long time, but absolutely no faith. I wasnt planning on having to write until the class which is in summer and i know i can get my shit together by then. but NOW?
ideas?:
-my life growing up in aspen in a short film format (dramity)
-some loosely scrawled cathartic writing about the brigheyes/pooper situation which will mostly likely come out as some poetry crap (full fledged drama)
-starting the script for my thesis (which, im really not ready to start. oh, drama)
-something totally unrelated to the above which i have a feeling will wind up coming out like something jenny would write as sarah shuster. fuck me HARD, Carmen. NOW.
in other news, aspen is beautiful as always. I, however am SO not looking forward to teaching snowboarding. Odd, really. i just want to get on this moving thing (which, be the way might be happening much sooner than i thought).
I think i want to take the little man with me (the cat). I feel like i really need that kind of love.
oh god suddenly im petrified that my writing is precious like jenny's. i guess that last piece i wrote doesnt exactly qualify as precious. It had something to do with the sensuality of needles and the similarities between getting blood drawn and fucking. yeah..i guess thats not so precious.
sorry..PEACE, BIRDIES, FLOWERS!!!
ideas?:
-my life growing up in aspen in a short film format (dramity)
-some loosely scrawled cathartic writing about the brigheyes/pooper situation which will mostly likely come out as some poetry crap (full fledged drama)
-starting the script for my thesis (which, im really not ready to start. oh, drama)
-something totally unrelated to the above which i have a feeling will wind up coming out like something jenny would write as sarah shuster. fuck me HARD, Carmen. NOW.
in other news, aspen is beautiful as always. I, however am SO not looking forward to teaching snowboarding. Odd, really. i just want to get on this moving thing (which, be the way might be happening much sooner than i thought).
I think i want to take the little man with me (the cat). I feel like i really need that kind of love.
oh god suddenly im petrified that my writing is precious like jenny's. i guess that last piece i wrote doesnt exactly qualify as precious. It had something to do with the sensuality of needles and the similarities between getting blood drawn and fucking. yeah..i guess thats not so precious.
sorry..PEACE, BIRDIES, FLOWERS!!!