Do not adjust your monitor. It is not raining monkeys. And Hell has not frozen over.
Yes, I am updating my blog. Why? Just got back from the Austin Film Festival and had yet another funkadelic time. In a nutshell, I met some fabulous new writers. Mingled with some of Hollywood’s finest. Caught up with old friends. Pitched a screenplay in a competition. And surprisingly bumped into some of the Scribosphere’s elite bloggers (a shout out later). All in all, my fourth festival turned out to be the most satisfying.
I pitched my latest screenplay “Fellatio Felicia and the Cock of Life.” I advanced to the finals (top 16 out of 90) and then came in fourth place. Disappointed that I didn’t win, but pleased with all of the reactions. TERRY ROSSIO said I should make it a musical. STEVE FABER mentioned something about smoking peyote and getting high. KIRA DAVIS said her company wouldn’t make it (duhhhh). And from the pages of a great SNL skit, GREG CARTER – one of the finalist judges – couldn’t stop laughing to give me his comments. BOB SCHULTZ – exec director of the Great American Pitchfest – and every writer that approached me – said they’d love to see the movie, but general consensus from Hollywood was that there might not be anyone with the balls to make it. Anyway, here’s my pitch, verbatim, for anyone interested:
“I am pitching my ‘Kung Fu Hustle/Shoot Em Up’ action adventure called ‘Fellatio Felicia and the Cock of Life.’
Fellatio Felicia is good at her job. So good that she got 4 out of 5 stars in the Zagat’s Survey on Las Vegas prostitutes. But when her pimp is murdered Felicia’s world suddenly turns upside down. She discovers that he was protecting the Cock of Life – a biblical rooster that holds the key to the contract for mankind; a contract eagerly sought out by Satan himself. And when Felicia finds out that she’s been prophesized to stop him, she scoffs and takes a vacation to Mexico. After all, who would believe a hooker can save the world? And more importantly, does the world even deserve to be saved?
Once in Mexico, Felicia soaks up the sun and eats puffy tacos. But her vacation is short-lived as Satan sends a collection of eclectic bad guys to dispose of her. And when Felicia surprisingly and skillfully defends herself, she’s forced into accepting her destiny. She begins to piece her life’s puzzle together and discovers that she’d been groomed all along to be savior of the human race. But she’s still not a true believer, and because of that, Satan prevails and steals the Cock of Life.
Felicia is almost left for dead. And it’s only hours away from the Apocalypse. But with the help of a precocious little boy named Jesus, who opens her eyes to the true beauty of creation, she finds faith in humanity. In a final epic showdown, Felicia confronts Satan. And true to the prophecy, Felicia kicks his ass.
Experience a high octane action adventure where a zero becomes a hero. A whore becomes more. And the second coming of Jesus takes a backseat to God’s first blowjob.”
Extremely proud that I began a pitch with the word “fellatio” and ended it with the word “blowjob.” Anyways, someone tell Hollywood to grow a pair.
And now a shout out to my fellow Scribosphere peeps and some of the other great people I met (or reconnected with) along the way:
Alison, Marian, Monica, Shawna, Julie, Thomas, Ryan, Ben from New York, Vivi, Signe, Suzie from San Fran, Jesse from Houston, Erik (director of my short), Paul from Dallas (and pitch grand prize winner), Katie, Sheila, Modrea, Don, Lindsey, Richard, Mark, Dennis, Pete, and Mistress of the Sea (who got me the amber instead of the lager).
Leave it to Patrick Rodio to make me update my blog. I know I've been absent from the Scribosphere for a while, but it's been with good reason. After a couple of months working on the as yet untitled Martial Arts script for director Mark Cutforth, I started working with David Brewington, one of the producers of "Harold & Kumar Go To White Castle." He pitched a couple of ideas to me which we started to develop. I wrote a draft of one idea and handed it in. And then...
I suffered a burn out.
I didn't write. I didn't go to my monthly screenwriting meetings. I didn't query anyone. I didn't blog (obviously). I just simply stopped writing. It wasn't necessarily a bad thing. I just needed a break.
And now I'm back. On Friday, I was hired by Pentamedia again to rewrite a romantic comedy of theirs. And I've started querying again, getting a few requests for scripts. Will I be blogging more frequently? Who knows? Maybe. But I do appreciate all those who still stop by to check on me.
And now for the meme Patrick tagged me with: EIGHT THINGS YOU DON'T KNOW ABOUT ME.
1) When I'm at home, I like to pee sitting down. That way, I don't run the risk of splashing everywhere. Cuz you never know when a stray piece of lint will block the spout, causing you to miss the bull's eye.
2) I love Spam.
3) A girl once gagged and puked on me while she was performing oral sex. A bitter sweet moment.
4) I have a man-crush on Timothy Olyphant, but only when he plays a bad guy like in "Go" or "The Girl Next Door" or "Live Free or Die Hard."
5) I've never struck a match. NEVER.
6) I was named after President Richard Nixon. Before Watergate. My name would've been "Erika" had I been a girl.
7) I love baseball. Even like watching it. In high school, I once hit a homerun off a college pitcher in a scrimmage. I went to an Oakland A's tryout camp once. Didn't make it.
8) I used a banana, package tape, and a microwave to masturbate once. Read about it in Playboy. It was awesome. And then I fell asleep.
And now... Jessica Biel. (You know that's all you really miss from me.)
I know, I know. I don't post nearly as often as I used to. And I thank those peeps that still check me out every once in a while. But it seems that many of the Scribosphere class of 2005 don't update their blogs as well. Hopefully, their excuse is the same as mine:
I'm working. As a writer!
As 2006 came to a close, I was still finishing up a feature martial arts script I was hired to do. First payment received, and now we're still working on the second draft.
And then a Music Video Director hired me to write a short that he pitched as "Stand By Me" meets "Jacob's Ladder." I wrote it. He bought it.
And now in 2007, I was just rehired by Pentamedia to write a feature psycho thriller. If anyone remembers, Pentamedia hired me in late 2005 to write a feature animation script, which I wrote, got paid, and now it's in pre-production. They pitched the psycho thriller to me first, to see if I'd be interested. They said they wanted it nonlinear. I said, "Wait, hold up. You're actually GIVING ME PERMISSION to be nonlinear?! Heck yes, I'll write it!" So far, I'm half way done. Or am I?
Here's an update on my other projects sold in 2006:
"Grandma's Typewriter" (short) - in casting stages.
"Watering Mr. Cocoa" (short) - in funding stages.
"My Lucky Rabbit's Foot" (short) - in funding stages.
"69" (short) - just sold in December, possible feature spinoff.
All 7 of these projects, by the way, linked to the glorious folks at InkTip.com.
Anyway, the blog lives and for old time's sake, here's a little Scarlett. A first timer on this blog:
Just watched Brian Herzlinger's "My Date with Drew" and he believes there are only two types of people in this world: those who love "Grease 2" and those who don't.
I believe that. And I believe your answer will help explain where you are in life and what kinds of things you like to write.
Got back last Tuesday. Finally caught up on sleep today. The trip was more productive than ever. Made some fabulous contacts. Took a meeting that my manager arranged for me. And now the possibilities are endless. Stay tuned until the end of this post for my annual list of influential people and their email addresses!
Chatted up John August for a bit. Gave him a t-shirt from my Cafepress shop. (Yes, that's me he's referring to on his blog.) Here's the front and back of the tee -- which of course -- you can purchase at the FuBAR CAFE.
I also got Sydney Pollack's autograph on my Frank Gehry-designed watch. Also nabbed John Hancocks from Richard Linklater and William Fichtner.
The selection of movies weren't as strong as last year. The ones that stood out were Bobcat Goldthwait's SLEEPING DOGS LIE and Will Hartman's short film MOOSECOCK. Surprisingly both deal with animal schlongs. No comment.
A few quotes from the panels:
"Writers write. Take care of your writing and sooner or later, your writing will take care of you." -- Bill Witliff
"If your words weren't there, you wouldn't be here." -- Sean Connery's response to Mike Rich when he thanked him for his performance in "Finding Forrester."
"Never try to write a successful movie." -- Peter Hyams
"Go to a beret store." -- Patrick McKenna's response, when asked where a writer can find a director for their short film.
Not complaining, but it's been busy since my return. Besides the Austin meeting, I took a telephone meeting on Thursday with a big time Hollywood producer. (Again, courtesy of my manager.) We tossed around ideas which should turn out to be fruitful. I've also been reading a book that might turn into an adaptation assignment later. And of course, still working on my martial arts screenplay for Mark Cutforth. All this and back to the mindless day job. The things we do in pursuit of a dream...
And now the list of email addresses of influential Hollywood players:
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"If you don't turn your life into a story, you just become a part of someone else's story."
-- from "The Amazing Maurice and his Educated Rodents" by Terry Pratchett