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Since then I've been making headway through my Outline (basically, a list of every single scene and what happens in it). I'm nearing up on the end of Act Two (I prefer a five act structure over a third when plotting things out), at beat 80 (17 pages, 2,752 words). The whole point of an outline is to have a good chunk of the script written out (albeit not in script format) to figure out where the hangups are (eg: I just realized this scene I'm working on has lost the point and I'm gonna have to backtrack to recenter it around the all-important Theme and Character). Once done, I'm gonna go to script and, well, then it's a matter of writing ~120 pages.
Despite quoting HAMILTON up there, the soundtrack to this script has been a lot of the CREED soundtrack, in which I've developed a surprising fondness for Meek Mill. So if you hear loud rap coming from my room at 1:30am, chances are I'm writing.
There's more I want to write. I've a novel coalescing in the back of my mind along with a few other scripts (#AsianCowboy, Starfighters, and an oddly personal one about South Carolina). Just need the time. And the bother. But I've a day job, and it's hard to carve out time to write when you're working 40 hours a week. And when you're looking for a side-hustle to allow for some more financial wiggle room.
But 'til then, time to write a bit more. Goal is to finish Act Two tonight.
New place. Brother and I moved in with my drinking buddy – she and I get along grand even when we aren't drinking. We're in Queens now. New neighborhood, new haunts. Getting the lay of the land, changing my address.
Got promoted to full-time at the LEGO Store. Pilot program we're a part of. I get benefits now – health insurance. Also got Employee of The Quarter. Go figure. No raise, though.
Turned twenty-six. Went on a bar crawl with some friends the weekend before. Got the lay of some part of the land. Found a bar with free darts, free peanuts, and Captain Lawrence on tap.
I'm still moving in. Figuring out my new room, the new living room, all that. Unpacking and rebuilding LEGO.
I need to buy a desk.
- Interpreter of Maladies by Jhumpa Lahiri
- Ready Player One by Ernest Cline
- The Windup Girl by Paolo Bacigalupi
- Pawn’s Gambit by Timothy Zahn
- Homegoing by Yaa Gyasi
- The Chinese in America by Iris Chang
- Scoundrels by Timothy Zahn
- Life Moves Pretty Fast by Hadley Freeman
- X-Wing: Rogue Squadron by Michael Stackpole
- The Good Earth, by Pearl S. Buck
- X-Wing: Wedge’s Gambit by Michael Stackpole
- The Handmaid’s Tale by Margaret Atwood
- The Way of The Knife by Mark Manzzetti
- A Wild Sheep Chase by Haruki Murakami
- X-Wing: The Krytos Trap by Michael Stackpole
- Shared Fantasy: Role Playing Games as Social Worlds by Gary Alan Fine
- Born A Crime by Trevor Noah (Well, audiobook)
- Ashley’s War by Gayle Tzemach Lemon
- Between The World And Me by Ta-Nehsi Coates
- One Kick by Chelsea Cain
- The End Of War by John Horgan
- X-Wing: The Bacta War by Michael Stackpole
But Mata freaking Nui apartment hunting in New York is rough. I mean, probably not if you have a poopload of money, but I have no massive wealth, being an underemployed recent grad.
Listings are a pain and NO ONE HAS ANY FREAKING FLOORPLANS so we've gotta hoof it out there to investigate.
DONE DONE DONE DONE DONE.
I feel like a new mother except I don't want to see my newborn right now because the thing's been gestating for the last eighteen months and geez.
grew up on a ship
studied Narrative (Re)Construction
at New York University
frequently found writing in a coffee shop, behind a camera, or mixing alcohol and video games