Hi, Welcome to My Blog

If you’re reading this, you’re probably one of my Facebook friends, or in my writing group, or you’re one of my parents, or you’re one of those few people who actually stumbled on my blog (I don’t know, maybe you like reading spec scripts for a cartoon that’s been off the air for 14 years).  Whatever the case, you made it!  You’re here!

It’s called the “Boundary-Bending Blog” because I’m not making any attempt to nail down the nature of posts I will be publishing here.  If you look at my most recent posts, they consist of my honest political opinion, vulgar satire, a book review, and speculative screenplays.  That’s the way things go around here: I write what I want to write.

Right now I’m in the process of writing a science fiction novel and it’s been a long road thus far; but one of the lessons I’ve learned is that when you are writing something that large, while you’re in the process of doing so, a whole bunch of other ideas will surface and permeate your consciousness and you have to get write them down and get them out, so you can move on (Even this very blog post is an idea that popped into my head and took control of the creative reins until it was satiated by release).  I created this blog because I wanted to have a place to publish all the random things that pop into my head as I work on completing my novel.  I’m also thinking of it as a kind of resume to prove to possible employers that I’m capable of writing.

I’m going to do my best to continue churning out more quality posts and hopefully you’re on board for the ride.  Maybe you dig my spec scripts but you aren’t into satire.  Maybe you like my opinion on books but my opinion on politics freaks you out.  Whatever the case, I don’t care.  I’m just going to keep chugging along and maybe you’ll like something you read.  And feel free to indulge me in the comments section along the way.

Advertisement

“Home Movies” Spec Script – “To Write Or Not To Write?” – Scene 6

Untitled-4

INT. SCHOOL AUDITORIUM – NIGHT

The sign on the door reads: WRITING COMPETITION TONIGHT!  Melissa is on stage in front of the crowd, reading her submission.

MELISSA

And here, thou art cast away, Wilson.  Bound to mine own earthly raft, I cannot reach.  For if I follow, to the tide, I will finally succumb. You are cast and I am cast, and we are both castaways.

INT. BACKSTAGE – NIGHT

Brendon is watching Melissa from backstage, while he continues to write his submission.

BRENDON

And, done!

Brendon puts down the pen and paper.  Coach McGuirk and Clara approach him.

COACH MCGUIRK

Brendon, I’m glad I caught you.  Listen, you don’t have to do that thing any more.

BRENDON

Ah ah ah, I’m a man of my word, Coach.  I told you I could handle it and I did.

COACH MCGUIRK

What did you do?

BRENDON

I finished your novel, but I didn’t have time to write for the competition, so I combined them into one.

COACH MCGUIRK

Oh my god, Brendon, don’t.

The audience applause and Mr. Lynch takes the microphone.

MR. LYNCH

That was Melissa, with A Midsummer Night’s Castaway.  And now, our next competitor, Brendon Small.

BRENDON

You’ll thank me for this later, Coach.

Melissa exits and Brendon walks on stage. Coach McGuirk turns to Clara.

COACH MCGUIRK

We should leave right now.

CLARA

Why, babe?  What’s wrong?

COACH MCGUIRK

It’s just…

BRENDON

Ahem, if I could get everyone’s attention please.  My submission to the writing competition is dedicated to my soccer coach, Coach McGuirk.

CLARA

That’s so sweet.

BRENDON

He’s always there for me when I have a question and he teaches me valuable lessons.  He’s honestly more of a father figure to me than my own dad is.

AUDIENCE

Awwww!

BRENDON

Most recently, he taught me that it’s okay to be a prostitute.

COACH MCGUIRK

Jesus Christ, Brendon, what are you doing?

CLARA

Aww!

MR. LYNCH

Excuse me?

BRENDON

We’re all prostitutes in our own way and society needs prostitutes in order to thrive.  Being a prostitute is a beautiful thing.

CLARA

You go, little weird kid!

BRENDON

And now for my writing submission.  In that moment, double agent Coach McGuirk decided to hire a prostitute, because hiring a prostitute is a lot easier than doing it yourself.

MR. LYNCH

Get off the stage, Brendon.  You don’t have to do it anymore.

BRENDON

Okay.  Oh, and by the way, if anyone needs a prostitute, I’m currently selling my services.

Brendon walks off stage.

CLARA

Okay, that got weird.

COACH MCGUIRK

The imaginations on these kids, huh?

MR. LYNCH

I’ll see you in my office after the show, McGuirk.

BRENDON

(To Coach McGuirk)

So, what did you think?

COACH MCGUIRK

I think I just lost my job.

CLARA

I thought it was amazing.  You have a real talent with words.

Clara leans down and kisses Brendon on the forehead.

BRENDON

Oh, wow.  Now I get why you want to be a writer, Coach.

COACH MCGUIRK

You’re lucky I don’t want to go back to prison, Brendon.

INT. SCHOOL AUDITORIUM – NIGHT

MR. LYNCH

And the winner of tonight’s writing competition is Jason Penopolis, who wrote, Culture of the Cultured: An Ode to Yogurt.

JASON

Alright!  Yogurt-eaters for the win!

MR. LYNCH

And your prize is a twenty-dollar gift-certificate to Ike Dream’s Ice Cream!

JASON

Are you friggin’ kidding me?

FADE TO BLACK.

CREDITS.

Continue to Episode 3: “Field of Creams” – Scene 1