Been awhile

Readers, it’s been way too long.   In these 24-hour blocks there are only so many things that can be accomplished.   Posting this one entry seems like a feat unto itself.

What have I been doing, you might ask.   Working on the Amanda piece.  At first, I thought, I’d publish the Amanda stories without discussing it.   Now, I realize it’s becoming a novel.   The next segment to be posted is the end of Chapter One.  This I’ll give you. Anything after that, you might have to wait till it comes out in hardcover.

Yesterday, I started an essay detailing the most bizarre four years of my life working at a traumatic brain injury facility.   January 30th marks the one-year anniversary since I last stepped foot into that building.   Once written, maybe I’ll shit in a cup, celebrate with a jar of pennies, who the fuck knows.

My moments away from the writing pad/computer are focused on reading and searching for paid work.  The latter proves to be such a nightmare.   Ugh, just thinking about this triggers me.

The Whine

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.  

                                   WILL
                             (whispers)
                         I'm gonna take the shot.

                                   DAMIAN
                         Hold on.

               Damian raises his eyes to window level.  Bites his lip. 
               Crumbles to the ground.

                                   WILL
                         What?  Can I take it?

                                   DAMIAN
                         No.  Fuck!

                                   WILL
                         What?

               Will peers through the window.

               Charlie smokes a cigarette while hot water boils on the wood
               stove.

                                   WILL (CONT'D)
                         Who the fuck is that?

                                   DAMIAN
                         It's Charlie Hammond.
                             (loud)
                         What the fuck are you doing here,
                         Charlie?

                                   CHARLIE (O.S.)
                         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
                         some?

               INT. LOG CABIN - MORNING

               Damian and Charlie sip their coffees.

               Will's perched on the bed, his rifle aimed at Charlie's feet.

                                   CHARLIE
                             (to Will)
                         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...

                                   WILL
                         I don't drink coffee.

                                   CHARLIE
                         Well, it's here if you want it.  I
                         mean it's like really...

                                   WILL
                         I won't.

               Damian slams his coffee on the table.

                                   DAMIAN
                         You can't be here.

                                   CHARLIE
                         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
                         show?

                                   DAMIAN
                         Never saw it.

                                   CHARLIE
                         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.

                                   DAMIAN
                         What?

                                   WILL
                         Outside.

               EXT. LOG CABIN - MORNING

               Damian and Will sit on the last step, huddled close.

                                   WILL
                         You invited him.  Didn't you?

                                   DAMIAN
                         Will...

                                   WILL
                         You just want to sabotage this
                         whole operation.

                                   DAMIAN
                         Don't be ridiculous.  The man's
                         obsessed with me.

               A lump wells up in Will's throat.

                                   WILL
                         I thought you'd fix this shit with
                         Kate?

                                   DAMIAN
                         She's stubborn.

               Will cracks the step with the butt of his rifle.

                                   WILL
                         This is fucked!

                                   DAMIAN
                         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
               oars.

                                   DAMIAN
                         Get in.

                                   CHARLIE
                         Oh no, no.  I need a life
                         preserver.   How can I get into a
                         boat without the extra security?

                                   DAMIAN
                         Charlie...

                                   CHARLIE
                         Fine!

               Charlie fumbles onto the boat.  Once settled, he jumps off
               the boat.  Kicks and screams in the water.

                                   DAMIAN
                         Charlie, what's gotten into you? 
                         C'mon now.   Get the hell back in
                         the boat.

                                   CHARLIE
                         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
                         a month.   

                                   DAMIAN
                         No.

                                   CHARLIE
                         What's you mean no?   You're
                         leaving and that's that.

               Will jumps off a boulder.  Tosses his rifle to the side.

                                   WILL
                         Damian, let him stay.

                                   CHARLIE
                         Really?   Oh God, I love you!  Ho
                         lord, I love you...

                                   WILL
                         There are conditions, though.

                                   CHARLIE
                         What kind of conditions?