Happy Hauntings

Happy Halloween Everyone!
I'm chillin' at the house exhausted from my current rigorous work schedule. A vast difference from the extreme work draught of recent. I'm currently editing for the NHRA...don't forget the "H" please! National Hot Rod Association. Drag racing. I don't know much about the sport but I'm learning fast and editing furiously. Good people to work with, nice environment. Hefty commute but it's against the flow of traffic so it's tolerable. As I'm sitting here, all I hear are screams and shrieks coming from my neighbors house. They have set up a free haunted house for the neighborhood children and for weeks now, we have shrieking. It's cool that our neighborhood is so family friendly. We've had a quite a few trick or treaters as well. Nice to see that in some L.A. neighborhoods, the children are allowed to roam the streets freely and beg for sugar from strangers.

Polebridge

Drinking Moose Drool beer out of a bell jar in PoleBridge, Montana. An artist commune type community up in the mountains near Glacier National Park and only 10 miles from the Canadian border. A great place with great food and plenty of room to breathe.

Peggy's Place

Road Trip Photo from Peggy's Place. We saw the signs on the highway advertising Peggy's Pie. We stopped, hoping for Huckleberry, but no such luck. Had some tasty pie and coffee anyways. The added bonus was the attaction of the ivy (pictured behind me). Peggy planted that ivy in 1952...it was super old ivy and 100% real. Amazing. Good pie and ivy, Peggy!

New Script

I began a new script recently. The ideas are mushing about in my head. It's in the vein of Fargo, murder and love triangle. I think. Only some of the images have congealed in my head. There's a lot of snow, blinding white snow. I don't know how the pieces of the puzzle come together yet. It's a non-linear story. A girl is shot dead in the first 30 seconds. Tonight I typed out that scene. The opening. It's beautiful and alarming. Now where does it go from here. Sometimes I feel like the "next great American screenplay" is stuck in my head and I just can't battle it and wrestle it onto paper. It's like knowing there are paintings you want to paint, you can feel them inside, but then when the canvas is there in front of you, your brush doesn't know what to do. There are times when I wish I didn't feel my work so deeply. It would be easier to detach, write something funny, out of character, that has a high profit margin for producers. I haven't been able to make that work for me. I need that wrenching in my gut to get the story out on paper. If I had more chutzpah, I would say I should write novels. But my eyes see the world as if they were video cameras, recording and observing the simplest of interactions and moments. Those are the moments I want to bring to life onscreen.