Burning the Midnight Oil

As I begin this post, it’s 4:50. In the AM. I don’t actually remember the last time I’ve seen 4:50 from staying up all night. Oh, yeah I do. The last time I was awake this late it was a result of subjecting myself to a horror movie featuring terrifying ghosts. I couldn’t go to sleep until the sun came up. Yes, I realize that I have an over active imagination and that my emotions are easily manipulated by movies.

Today, however, I am still awake because I’ve been pounding out a screenplay. I’m trying to take the advice to create my own content seriously. I am posting this here because, allegedly, if I shout it out to the world I am more likely to follow through (that’s what the internet told me). The story is in its very preliminary stages. I have a rough outline and some dialogue. That’s not much, but it’s certainly better than nothing. Hopefully, in a year or so from now, the film will be on its way to being produced. Or, I will have learned so much from the process that I wrote another, better screenplay and it’s being produced. The way I see it, those are only two option. Success or success.

Here’s Peter O’Toole singing “The Impossible Dream,” from Man of La Mancha, to inspire us all.

In other news, I have been cast in another student film that shoots the first weekend of October.

P.S. If there are typos please be a doll and ignore them. I’m so tired that my eyes are doing funny things.