There’s a deep inner need to publish…right away, that is. It’s as if the idea already created in WordPress, saved, locked away from vultures, cannot remain in draft format. Why not let the idea sit there, collect a little bit of digital dust? Do I fear the idea, after a good night’s rest, will become nullified? That my Scorpio stingers will emit a toxic ray into the piece, tear it down, leave the page empty again. God forbid empty pages appear out of nowhere! Do they all need to be filled?
Starting now, that little blue publish button on WordPress will be on lock-down. I guarantee that the words before you will have sat overnight. Call it slow cook publishing. It gives my mind to catch up with my wild soul. It is my soul that writes. My mind that edits.
What has not edited though is the last bit of the unfinished screenplay titled Descent, directly below. I’ll go into an analysis on this script in a future post. Right now, I’d like to thank the Gods, the Muses, the creative forces above, below and elsewhere for aiding the scriptwriting process. Sure the concept is a bit immature but had it not been for this script, it’s likely there would be no blog. I’m looking forward to hearing thoughts on where this script could go, if anywhere. Are the characters interesting? What confuses you? What do you need more of? Ahh! Here it is…
EXT. LOG CABIN - DAY
Will lifts a floorboard off the porch. Reaches his hand
Nearby, a rifle is cocked. Kate points the gun in Will's
Looking for this?
Oh God, Kate. I was coming to look
With a rifle?
Well, that was just in case...
Kate lowers the rifle. Hands it to Will.
You see, Will, we are nothing
alike. Knowing you, you'd show up
with a loaded rifle and then blow
my brains out. Go ahead. Shoot
Will places the rifle underneath the porch. Covers it with
the loose floorboard.
No. Damian will be here soon. He
needs your help.
His friend, Charlie, got injured.
How's your aunt?
Kate withdraws a cigarette. Lights it. Takes a few puffs.
Can I see her?
We've become friends.
As friendly as you were with my
Damian pushes through the thicket. Charlie, unconscious,
draped over Damian's shoulder.
Kate runs toward Damian. The two lower Charlie to the
You should have left him where you
Did what I thought was right.
Kate pushes Damian out of the way.
Leave me. I'll be alright.
INT/EXT. LOG CABIN - DAY
Will cracks open a beer.
Damian grabs the bottle of beer from the youth.
You crazy? Kate's right outside.
Damian peers out the window. Observes Kate tending to the
So, she's a stickler. She sees you
with that beer and you'll be back
on the mainland in some sort of
I'll probably wind up there anyhow.
Will reaches for the bottle of beer.
Give me a sip.
Damian clutches the bottle as Will takes a sip.
Thirst quenched, Will takes a seat on the bed.
I need you to distract Kate.
C'mon! What the hell you gonna do?
Pay a visit to Mrs. Argrove.
No. Not while Kate is here.
You kissing Kate's ass.
I'm protecting you.
Kate rushes through the front door.
This isn't looking good. We need
to get him back to the mainland.
What's wrong with him?
I don't know. But he needs a
What a literary juggler I’ve become. Every day, I must wrestle myself with what to write. The new script? Post a new entry? Another secret admirer letter? Oh shit, did I just admit to being the author of 7,213 secret admirer letters to 7,213 random people?
While lying in bed last night (no, I’m not going there, pervert), I decided to discuss the diminishment of bread in my diet, effective as of January 2nd. Sad but true. How I love my bread, my biscuits, my scones! Bread and everything related to it negatively effects my performance at CrossFit. Yesterday, while doing box jumps, I found myself jumping higher. Something about the combination of my blood and bread that increases the force of gravity. Since I know so well the taste of bread, biscuits and scones (yum yum yum and yum) and I don’t know what it’s like to jump really high, I’ve chosen the latter. Once I’ve jumped four feet high, I’ll test to see if the chemistry in my body has changed by increasing my bread intake.
I was wrong. This is the penultimate posting regarding the script entitled Descent. Here ya go–
EXT. LOG CABIN - DAY
A small rubber handball bounces against the porch. It lands
in Will's hand. He suddenly jumps off the porch and climbs
up a tree.
Footsteps land on the porch. Damian reaches for the doorknob.
Will pulls his arm back and shoots it directly into Damian's
Damian spins around. Searches for the pitcher.
Roaring in hysterical laughter, Will falls out of the tree.
Damian rushes over to Will. The boys continues on with his
You should have seen your face.
You were so scared.
Damian thinks twice before handing Will the ball.
Hate when you do that shit.
I don't do it that often.
Once is enough.
Making nice-nice with Kate?
Her aunt, Mrs. Argrove, isn't well.
Tears well up in Will's eyes.
How? What's wrong with her?
Don't know. She's a manic.
Will stands up. Tosses the ball into the woods.
Damn! What about Kate? Will
She's focused exclusively on her
Will starts to walk away.
A concerned expression washes over Will's face.
EXT. WOODS - DAY
Damian and Will walk side by side, tossing the rubber
handball between them.
You think Charlie stalked you?
Well, Kate didn't send him. She
only saw him once in the office.
And you believe her?
Why would Kate lie?
Cause she's a bitch.
You two have got to find common
I don't got to do anything.
Damian sticks his arm out. Prevents Will from going any
Several yards away, Charlie lies unconscious.
Damian rushes over to Charlie, feels the man's heartbeat
against his neck.
Go get Kate.
Fine. I'll get her. You carry
Charlie to the cabin.
Damian laughs as Charlie runs off.
There’s something about endorphins that induce a certain madness in me. It’s a safe madness. It forces me to rush to a computer or a pad of paper, write out something brutally honest. This was the case on New Year’s Eve. Many things can get my endorphins going. Refraining from masturbation for days at a time, taking a hike in the woods or an intense workout at CrossFit.
It was late April when I started working out at CrossFit. Six weeks earlier, I started a cleanse. My goal before the cleanse was to become a raw vegan. Mid-cleanse, something new came in. I sensed a super intense workout was needed, one that wouldn’t get boring after a few months. After much research, I happily stumbled upon CrossFit (it’s recommended that one consumes a paleolithic diet for the best results). Here we are early January 2013 and I’m still participating in this great workout program. It paid off as I’m now one of two members of the month. Check out the write-up.
It saddens me to announce that this is the penultimate post whereupon the script will be posted. The blog, of course, will continue. Kudos to those who have commented on the script. Please remember that the script is both incomplete and unedited. There’s a chance that someday the piece will reach completion. Another more pressing story has taken over. As of Sunday, I’ll begin drafting this up. I doubt this new script will make it to the blog. The process of writing it will be mentioned extensively.
INT. BELLA'S PLACE. BEDROOM - LATE MORNING
Lying in bed, with skin as blue as the sky, Bella gasps for
Kate hands Bella a steaming cup of tea.
Bella takes a sip of the tea. Coughs up pink phlegm.
Damian hands Kate a box of tissues.
Kate wipes the pink phlegm off her chin.
Kate, can we talk?
Kate pours boiling water into a cup.
Want a cup?
Sure. Kate, is your aunt
Kate's face turns beat red.
Relax. I'm asking out of concern.
It's been ages since I've seen her.
You know that.
She claims Charlie's a woman. A
demon woman, to boot.
Kate hands Charlie a cup of tea.
Charlie? Careful it's hot.
The man, or woman according to your
aunt, you sent here.
I wouldn't send my worst enemy
here. Putting anyone, anything
near that rodent child, would be
I'm sorry. That's an insult to
A loud shriek emits from the bedroom.
Kate and Damian rush in.
Bella's seated on a rocking chair sewing.
Aunt Bella what are you doing out
You're ill. Get to bed!
Kate grabs Bella's hand but the old woman pushes her niece
out of the way.
Don't tell me what to do. I'm
sewing now. I'll go to bed when
Why'd you shriek?
What did you say?
You shrieked? What happened?
Bella holds the sewing needles like a dagger.
I don't know who you think you are
but I'll tell you. You are a sick
man doing sick things for evil
people. I'd watch my tongue if I
Kate reaches for the sewing needle.
Don't "Aunt Bella" me, young lady.
Both of you, leave me. I've got a
blanket to sew.
Bella's focus shifts directly onto the unfinished blanket barely
covering her kneecaps.
Yesterday’s snow induced somewhat of an intense lethargy. Yes I went to crossfit at 5:30, however, all the other parts of the day was filled with total laziness. Today, the leftovers–a tiny headache. Since this is so, I’ll say nothing more and instead post the next installment of the script.
INT. LOG CABIN - MORNING
Seated on the bed, Damian watches Charlie freshen up.
Charlie makes eye contact with Damian.
I don't know. You tell me.
You're staring. You need
something. More wine? Oh sorry.
We ran out of it. Maybe some feta
cheese. Woah, oh God, forgive me.
That's all been eaten. What could
you possibly want?
How are you feeling?
You really want to know how I'm
feeling? Aww. You care. Well, I
feel pretty fucking humiliated and
Charlie opens the cooler. Pulls out a dozen eggs.
We need to do something with these
We can have an egg fight.
I was thinking more like deviled
eggs. Got any paprika?
Damian jumps off the bed. Lands atop Charlie. Punches him
Will dashes in. Face flushed.
You have to stop.
Why? The fun's just beginning.
I'm serious. They're coming.
EXT. ISLAND WATERFRONT - MORNING
Less than five nautical miles from shore, the speed boat
Damian and Will duck behind a shrub.
The boat's not headed in our
Sure it is.
The speed boat veers to the right.
I have an idea...but you've gotta
EXT. BAY- MORNING
Damian slows his rowing down till he sees the speed boat
anchored to the docks.
EXT. DOCKS/SPEED BOAT - LATE MORNING
Damian ties his row boat to the speed boat. Climbs on board.
Opens cabinets and drawers. Finds nothing.
Someone clears her throat.
Damian looks up. Finds Kate, her eyes welling up in tears.
It's Aunt Bella.
What about her?
She's not well.
Damian jumps atop the docks. Holds Kate's shaking arms.
How can she not be well? She seems
fine. I was just with her this
Things haven’t exactly been easy lately. Yesterday was the end of the world, apparently. What the shit was that? Talk about tone setting, my God! Imagine this, you wake up, stretch, do your morning prayer, head down to the kitchen, pour yourself some orange juice, pop on NPR only to hear, “…the world will end on December 21st, 2012.” Excuse me? End? Really?
I don’t care what belief system one has, this end of the world crap had to have affected everyone in some form another. Looking back, I was a lunatic. Read the posts from the last few days. Bitching and moaning. Deleting them crossed my mind. My greater self vetoed that idea. The whole purpose behind this blog is to show my vulnerability. It’s real. It’s who I am. I think of these posts as excerpts from some classical sonata, where all the emotions are represented in some form.
Speaking of classical music, here is the next segment of the screenplay–
EXT. RURAL ROAD - DAWN
In exercise clothes, Damian leaps over the cracked pavement.
Continues his morning run. He stops suddenly.
In the distance, a hunched over silhouetted figure canes its
way through the broken road. It's Bella.
Bella squints, clearly confused by the distant voice.
Damian makes his way over to Bella.
Mrs. Argrove, what brings you here?
Bird watching. There was this
most unusual bird.
Looked like a flamingo but it was
turquoise. So darn pretty. Well,
a dog bark must have scared it.
Flew over here. I had to follow
Just me? Of course! Who else?
Thomas has been dead for twelve
Bella retrieves a handkerchief from her pocket. Blows her
Sorry, I didn't mean...
Got this damned cold. I've been
meaning to tell you. Be wary.
No need to worry. My immune system
is as strong as an ox.
Phaw! Not talking about your
immune system. Talking about some
lady. She came into the store. I
sold her a red dress.
Mrs. Argrove, that's not a...
Red because of the devil. That's
right. She's got the devil in her.
Been praying ever since I saw
what's in that behemoth's eyes.
Clearly amused, Damian places his hand on Bella's hands.
Bella yanks her hand out from underneath Damian's. She
trembles. Her dentures nearly falling out of her mouth.
She's found you! I can feel her in
You insist she's a woman.
Because she is. A demon woman.
Come with me.
INT. STORE - MORNING
Damian shifts about uncomfortably as Bella pulls out boxes of
Where is this? I just saw this a
few days ago.
What are you looking for?
It's this cassette. You like
Yeah, I guess.
Bella beams a grin. Puts on the radio. Mozart fills the
Oh, Bastien and Bastienne. One of
Never heard it.
Well, you're hearing it now. Ever
dance to opera?
I rarely dance.
Bella holds out her hands. Damian grabs them. The two swing
side to side.
Mrs. Argrove, this is really
Isn't it? Listen to that voice!
It's quite beautiful. Listen,
Will's alone with that woman you
Bella gasps. Breaks away from Damian.
Is he? Well, we need to get you
Bella turns back toward the boxes of cassettes. Grunts as
she pulls out a pile of them. Shuffles through them.
Ah, here it is. Take this.
Bella hands Damian the cassette.
What's this for?
I feel pregnant with giants. The harder I push, the greater the resistance. Fragments of them fall out. They have strangenames (strange names, strangenames someone has strange names) like Zembrawr and Kendilickan. They all claim to be metrosexual, their behaviors though are asexual. The couch upon where they sit has puncture marks.
At night they keep me up. During the day, I attempt to counsel them but they’re nowhere to be found. Sometimes, a ghoulish fragment pulls me aside. He possesses no eyes. Somehow he sees everything. He tells me about a woman who will appear in my life. We’ll marry. Maybe have kids. When I press for further details, he vanishes.
What remains is emptiness and the next segment of my screenplay–
EXT. LOG CABIN - NIGHT
Damian gasps for air.
Will slides down a rope, lands inches from Damian.
This shit's crazy! What's in this
Damian snorts. Picks himself off the ground.
Will climbs halfway up the rope, swings and shouts--
Grapes! How I love grapes!
Damian heads inside.
INT. LOG CABIN - NIGHT
On the floor, beside the kitchen sink, Charlie's curled up in
Damian kicks him.
Charlie doesn't budge.
Sit up, then.
I wanna talk.
Charlie opens one eye.
You wanna talk? That's a new one.
You never wanna talk.
Why did Kate send you here?
Charlie picks himself off the floor. Rifles through the
Where's the feta cheese?
Tell me you two didn't eat the feta
We didn't eat the feta cheese.
Kate promised she wouldn't send
anyone here. What the fuck are you
If you didn't eat the feta, where
the hell is it? I did bring it
didn't I? I remember it in the
Damian pulls Charlie away from the cooler. Grabs him by the
neck. Pushes him into the wall.
Was she upset?
No. Everything was peachy.
Damian pushes Charlie onto the floor. Gives him a swift kick
in the back.
Will rushes in, arms flailing about.
Yo, Damian you gotta try--
Charlie spits up blood.
The swing. You gotta try it.
Yeah. I will.
Exiting the log cabin, Damian pushes past Will, nearly knocks
the boy over.
What's with him?
Well, you can't have feta cheese.
Yeah, I know. I ate it all.
My shrine for Toni Collette exists solely in my mind. As the day passes, the thought of working with her arrives at least fifteen different times. She makes the subtlest movements that after a quick examination scream, “I am this character. I’ve always been this character and will die this character.” Regardless of the role, regardless of the absurdity, she breathes honesty.
Using Toni as a muse, I sketched out a story for a film that is so personal. It delineates my discomfort in romance and with family. I’d be delighted if she played the female lead. Who knows?
The below excerpt is not (I underlined the word not so that if this happens to be read on opposite day, it’s clear that this is not) from the story; it’s a continuation of the script titled Descent.
INT. STORE - DAY
BELLA, a shaking octogenarian, dusts the register. She
looks over at Charlie who is sifting through the ladies'
It's a nice selection here, isn't
Sure is. My wife...
Try something on. We got dressing
rooms, ya know?
Bella canes her way over to Charlie. After examining a
dress, she violently pushes it away.
Thank you but I'm...
I think you'd look excellent in
red. Ah, I saw a nice red dress
here yesterday. Where's the damn
thing. Oops, pardon my language.
I used to never curse until my
husband died. You married?
Well, be patient. Someday you'll
find a man of your own.
Oh, I get it! You think I'm a
woman because I'm...
You're a beautiful woman. There's
no reason why you shouldn't be
Well, I speak the truth. Ah, okay
here's the dress.
Bella holds the dress up against Charlie's body.
INT. LOG CABIN - EVENING
Will downs his glass of wine.
Charlie wearing a red dress refills Will's glass.
That's a ton of wine for a boy your
Did I ask for a commentary?
Then step away, woman.
Shivers run down Charlie's back as he steps away.
In the corner, Damian whittles a stick and hums.
How long do I have to wear this?
Until either you leave or truly
morph into a woman.
Knowing Charlie, he'll fall in love
with the dress but never leave nor
morph into a woman.
Damian and Will chuckle.
Woman, refill his glass.
Charlie refills Damian's glass.
Damian joins Will at the table. He hands Will the whittled
What do you think?
That should do. I'll test it.
Will tosses the whittled wood at Charlie's back.
Damian and Will roar in wild laughter.
BEGIN DREAM SEQUENCE
EXT. CITY STREET - DAY
It's clearly winter. Everyone's bundled up in warm clothing
including Kate and Charlie.
Kate fishes in her pocket. Pulls out a quarter. Hands it to
That's all I got.
I'm jonesing for a smoke, Kate.
What the hell will I do with a
Buy gum. Kill the boy.
No. Not Will.
Kate points across the street to Damian. He's dressed like
a schoolboy. Sucks his thumb.
A thick rope unravels in the air. It falls to the ground.
Damian's eyes widen.
END DREAM SEQUENCE
I have this tendency to take what’s already written and do an overhaul. Although I’m trying to get out of this pattern, it’s essential an overhaul occurs. Why? Something else presses me…
Memories from my most recent job. Although it was rather nightmarish (for four years, every day, nonstop), I’ve decided to take a satirical look at it. The characters from the Descent script will be transferred over to this more personal story.
In the meantime, I will continue to post the script in the order in which it was written. Here it goes —
INT. CONFERENCE ROOM - DAY
CHARLIE, unshaven and bug-eyed paces the room. An unlit
cigarette dangles in his hand. He charges at Damian the
moment he enters.
My God! That woman with the nice
hair, didn't seem happy to see me.
What's up with that? Oh, she's
your lady friend you were talking
about. How's everything going
with you and her?
Damian pours some whiskey into a glass.
"Peachy"? Great word. Listen,
I've been up all night, man. I
just figured it out. I should say
fuck it to comedy and write books.
Adventures like Tolkien. What do
you say? I mean like fuck, Damian,
I'm not getting any younger. You
know my birthday was on Tuesday.
Turned thirty-one. Not that you
Damian raises his glass of whiskey.
Alcohol? Are you crazy? It's like
12:15. What the fuck man? Why
would I want to drink? I barely
ate breakfast. Just a tiny bowl of
Greek yogurt with bananas. You
ever have that combo? Greek
yogurt and bananas? It's great.
You should try it.
Damian takes a seat at the head of the conference table. His
face stricken with horror.
What? You're scaring me. Stop
scaring me. You're looking at me
Charlie, I need you to shut the
fuck up and sit down.
Without hesitation, Charlie takes a seat.
Okay. Hi! What's up?
I'm dropping you.
What? I thought we were tight man.
Aren't we friends? What's this all
about? You can't be serious. How
is this possible?
I'm dropping everyone.
You're not suicidal are you?
Please tell me you're not suicidal.
If you're suicidal you should get
some help. Lots of help.
All sorts of professionals out
there that can help you with this
kind of stuff. Tell me you're not
I'm not suicidal.
Wooh! Well, that's a relief. But
you're dropping everyone? Why?
Time? Time for what?
EXT. WATERFRONT - DAY
The day couldn't be cloudier.
Damian, in torn khaki shorts and a fluorescent tank top,
drags a row boat on the muddied sand. He heads toward the
The boat catches onto a hump in the sand.
Damian tugs but falls forward. He leaps to the front of the
boat, lifts it from the hump. Continues pulling the boat
toward the water. At the water's edge, he jumps in the row
boat. Paddles away.
EXT. RURAL ROAD - EVENING
The pavement's cracked. Regardless, Damian, out of breath,
saunters about. Knapsack slung over his shoulder.
A dark figure runs across the street.
Fatigued, Damian grabs a tree branch.
Damian yanks his hand off the branch. Blood pools up on each
finger. He licks the blood.
As promised, here are the first two scenes:
BEGIN DREAM SEQUENCE
INT. SCHOOL CORRIDOR - NIGHT
Rusty water drips from the ceiling down the wall.
DAMIAN, late 30s and polished hair, steps out of the way,
keeping one eye glued to the ceiling. He brushes any water
off his bloodied suit. Undoes his pitch black neck tie, uses
it to clean off the hardened blood.
YOUNG HEAVY BREATHING approaches.
Damian drops the tie as a half-naked child crawls on all
The child looks up. It's WILL, athletic and at the age of
twelve holds the promise of becoming a good-looking man. He
bears a shit-eating grin, clearly enjoys the situation.
Hard at work?
A gun raises. Seconds later, it FIRES.
Will laughs, unaffected by the bullet.
Damian attempts to fire another round. Nothing happens.
What's wrong, Damian?
END DREAM SEQUENCE
INT. DAMIAN'S OFFICE - DAY
Blurry image of KATE, blond-haired, hovers above. Her
youthful, well-shaped thighs slowly come into focus. Damian's
hand rubs up and down her legs.
Kate pushes his hands off her, steps back, defensive, clearly
disgusted with Damian's behavior.
Why not, darling?
Kate tosses an empty mini bottle of vodka into the trash bin.
Damian swings his legs off the desk, adjusts his tie.
What are you doing here?
Worried about you.
Some guy's here to see you.
I don't know. He's in the