It feels like forever since my last post. Life’s been rather insane. On December 8th, a letter from Department of Labor came in reminding me that my unemployment benefits could expire on the 30th of this month. My finances are in the hands of congress. This is so fucked up! All I need is one more month.
Last Monday, I visited an organization in New York City called The Actors Fund. This wonderful organization helps actors, filmmakers, writers, dancers, etc find work in everything but the entertainment industry. There are networking opportunities, seminars, career counselors, so much! Since I’ve never earned a dime in the entertainment industry, I’m in the process of asking former actors, musicians, collaborators of all sorts to write letters, vouching for my validity as a writer/filmmaker. Maybe, just maybe, I can receive their assistance. Isn’t this fucking blog enough?
In other news, this evening I’m auditioning for a role or two in a Vassar film. There’s no pay but fuck I need something in life to feel good. Yeah, I know, I sound whiny. But if you were to walk in my shoes, you’d probably be dead…or lose your feet.
Enough of “me”. Here’s the next installment of the script —
EXT. CLEARING - EARLY MORNING
Smoke rises from the log cabin's chimney.
Damian and Will run through the clearing toward the cabin.
EXT/INT. LOG CABIN - EARLY MORNING
Damian and Will duck beneath the window.
I'm gonna take the shot.
Damian raises his eyes to window level. Bites his lip.
Crumbles to the ground.
What? Can I take it?
Will peers through the window.
Charlie smokes a cigarette while hot water boils on the wood
Who the fuck is that?
It's Charlie Hammond.
What the fuck are you doing here,
Oh you're back. Thank God. It's
been lonely without you. Thought
maybe you got eaten by a bear or
drowned or something. Where are
you? I'm making some coffee. Want
INT. LOG CABIN - MORNING
Damian and Charlie sip their coffees.
Will's perched on the bed, his rifle aimed at Charlie's feet.
You can have some. It's good.
Picked it up at this health food
store. Don't worry it's fresh.
Organic and fair trade...
I don't drink coffee.
Well, it's here if you want it. I
mean it's like really...
Damian slams his coffee on the table.
You can't be here.
I know, yes. You keep telling me.
This island must be messing up your
memory. Is this island like the
island from Lost? You know the TV
Never saw it.
It's all supernatural. Creepy.
Only seen a couple of episodes.
Induced the worst insomnia. Had to
stop watching it.
Will leaps off the bed and signals for Damian him.
EXT. LOG CABIN - MORNING
Damian and Will sit on the last step, huddled close.
You invited him. Didn't you?
You just want to sabotage this
Don't be ridiculous. The man's
obsessed with me.
A lump wells up in Will's throat.
I thought you'd fix this shit with
Will cracks the step with the butt of his rifle.
This is fucked!
Calm the hell down! And loose the
rifle. He's not gonna kill us.
He's a neurotic comedian.
EXT. ISLAND WATERFRONT - DAY
Damian rolls the row boat right side up onto the sand.
Pushes the boat into the water. He then hands Charlie the
Oh no, no. I need a life
preserver. How can I get into a
boat without the extra security?
Charlie fumbles onto the boat. Once settled, he jumps off
the boat. Kicks and screams in the water.
Charlie, what's gotten into you?
C'mon now. Get the hell back in
No, I can't. I love it here.
This is my dream island. It's
where I'll channel Tolkien. Trust
me. Give me a month. I'll stay
out of your hair. I promise. Just
What's you mean no? You're
leaving and that's that.
Will jumps off a boulder. Tosses his rifle to the side.
Damian, let him stay.
Really? Oh God, I love you! Ho
lord, I love you...
There are conditions, though.
What kind of conditions?