Christy and Paul 2013

A year without internet, media and junkfood. Lord, help us.

Month: April, 2013

2 Queries and the Austin Film Festival

Today, I searched for apartments, sent out my first two query letters ever (!) to managers who are waaaaay out of my league and submitted my script to the Austin Film Festival. I say this not to brag, but to monitor how long it takes for the aforementioned to have follow-ups to post about. Count on it being never. Except for the apartments. That has to pan out soon.

Two queries down, forty to go.


Fasting at Starbucks (Thursday, April 24, 2013)

On the way here this morning, I was listening to NPR against my will when a story came on about a four-year-old girl who received psychiatric treatment because her parents took her iPad away. Apparently, she was inconsolable. The mother was the one being quietly interviewed. She said that her four-year-old daughter would listen to music, play PBS games and carry the iPad around like a security blanket. But for some crazy reason, she would throw a temper tantrum when it was time for one of her sisters to use it. In fact, all of the kids would be none-too-pleased to pass off the iPad, begging for a minute or two more to finish what they were doing. The mom got tired of hearing the arguments and opted to put the iPad on top of the fridge during the workweek. Now, she says, the kids don’t bother her as much. The house is quieter. All is right with the world. Right ?

I know that the story is supposed to elicit a chuckle from the audience, but I can’t help seeing this from the child’s perspective. I remember my “safety blanket” as a child, a stuffed moose named Bullwinkle. I couldn’t sleep without him. One day, I lost him. My parents searched for hours until he finally surfaced, in our mailbox. This was a stuffed animal. It wasn’t an engineering feat of addictiveness, but it was one of the most important things in my young life. It was like food, only bigger. Would I have been willing to share him? Probably not. Would I have gone balls-to-the-wall crazy if my parents put him on the refrigerator and only let me see him for a few hours on the weekend? Certainly, at first. But after a while, my young mind would probably grasp that it was out of my control. All that I’d be left with was a sense of loss. And a sense that loss was out of my control.

What would that mother do if someone took away her iPhone? What about her Yoga mat? What about her purse? What if they didn’t take it away outright, just put it somewhere she couldn’t get to it and restricted her access/ability to buy a new one. I think it’s a natural tendency for us to develop a sense of ownership over something that we love/interact with frequently. I’m not saying it’s enlightened, but how much more enlightened do you think the mom is than the four-year-old, really? I think we’re all pretty terrible at dealing with forced deprivation. Let’s at least be adult about it. O_0

In other news, I met Kate Flannery (Meredith from The Office) today!

Weight: 117.6


It’s 6:30PM, and I’m enjoying my first and only cup of bone broth. I’ve been cleaning house all day to prepare for a photographer to take pictures so our landlords can try to sell the house without having to negotiate rent with us. <– probably a run-on sentence. Is it wrong to clutter up your place intentionally? Not dirty, just… cluttered. We haven’t been using the TV and game consoles, but it might be a great time to bring ’em out. We’ve got an old monitor that we don’t use either… hmm…

I haven’t been particularly hungry today, but my thoughts on food swung wildly. I could feel my inner-child, who happens to also be my adult self, kicking violently about not being able to give myself what I wanted when I wanted. I mean, I felt physically weak, not from hunger, but from a mental temper tantrum over not being able to get my way. I felt like crying, even knowing, logically, that there was no way I would break my fast for a cookie. How could I go so long without noticing this part of myself? I suppose it’s like the kid who’s well-behaved as long as he always has a candy bar in his hand. Sneaky.

Since I’ve been an adult, there’s been virtually nothing that I’ve had to deprive myself of. In fact, for people in the first world, there’s very little that any of us have to deprive ourselves of. It makes any kind of deprivation seem like the end of the world, although, only when it’s happening to us, right? How else have we become spoiled? How have we not been spoiled? Entertainment, information, food, travel. Even work. I’m not sure, but I feel like deadlines and punishments are softer these days. In some aspects, it’s fine to be spoiled, I guess. I’m sure most of us would prefer it to the alternative, but I wonder, what does it do to our work ethic? Is being able to handle deprivation the same thing as being able to push yourself to do the work? These… are questions.

In other news, I feel like I can see better? Oh, and I weigh the same today as I did yesterday. 119lbs. Interesting… Maybe it’s because 119’s what I normally weigh.

It’s the BIG TEXAS BUTTERS SHOW!!! Happy traaaaaillllls to yoooouuuuu.

Ahh!!! I Can’t Do This!

So, I haven’t been crazy hungry, but I MISS EATING SO MUCH! Today, I’ve “eaten” an acai smoothie (at least it had no dairy) and two cups of bone broth, and all I’ve wanted to do all day is give up, move next to Porto’s and eat their cheese rolls everyday for the rest of my short, miserable life! Mmm, cream cheesy…

I’ve been trying to talk myself down from giving up and trying intermittent fasting instead. And I’m pretty persuasive, so… it’s hard.

I distracted myself from food by going out looking for a new apartment, since our landlords are selling the damn house out from under us. Sigh. We’ve been spoiled, and now every crappy $1600/month apartment with a turdy view and loud neighbors looks like a dump.

I want food!

Hmm, what else did I do today besides not eat? Oh! I printed art for the first time! And it was shot on an iPhone! And it’s Mr. Bump’s!

Printed version

My black and white printer didn’t really do it justice, but what’re ya gonna do?

Ah… BreakFast?

Remarkably, I did not wake up hungry today. Until I drank a cup of bone broth. I think I should have waited til later in the day, but the smell of it was driving me nuts! Now, I’m here, hungry and kinda sad. And my back hurts from sleeping in stupid Joshua Tree.

I’m doing this fast kinda by the seat of my pants, as I don’t have any one particular plan I’m following. I’ve read some differing opinions on fasting, and I think I agree with a few things, which may or may not be in conflict with one another.

1. Fasting allows your body to use the energy expenditures that would have otherwise been used to digest food to work on… other stuff. Super cell regeneration? I don’t know. I haven’t seen an academic article on the subject yet.

2. Bone broth contains certain building blocks of cells. Thus, if the cell regeneration bit is true, and it is not canceled out by the effort to digest bone broth, then bone broth in small quantities should be fine, if not beneficial.

3. Vitamin C is probably important if you can get it. A small amount of juice? Maybe… We’ll see how I feel when scurvy sets in.

4. Water-only fasts are probably more natural. Although, really? People went through times when they had access to potable water, but NO plants? I’d be chewing on tree nubs. (<-What are those?)

5. Fasts are not “a great way to stay in shape,” but you DO lose weight. So, I’ll be keeping up with that stuff for people who are interested.

Starting weight: 127

Height: 5’6″

Deigh 2 (get it?): 123.5

Deigh 3: 119

I’m so hungry!

It’s only the first day of semi-fasting, and all I can think about is food. Granted, all I ever think about is food, but it’s different now. Sadder. I want food to come back to me. I want to promise to appreciate it this time and not take it for granted.

This… is an inauspicious start.

Get here, and fast!

I have decided to go on a water-only fast for 15 days. I considered 30, and I may still extend the fast later, but right now, I’m thinkin’ that I don’t weigh enough to fast for a month. At least not without frightening people around me.

I started prepping for the fast today by drinking only outrageously priced fruit juice. I probably came in at around 600 calories. Not nearly what one would call fasting, but I figure if so much care should be taken when breaking a fast, at least a little consideration should be put into starting it, right?

My stomach is rumbly, but my hopes are high. @_@

Which Logline?

I’m not even sure either logline is acceptable, but I need one, so…

First, the more traditional approach:

A. When a friend is murdered, a ladies-man cop must sacrifice his pride, his reputation and his apartment to solve the case with the only witness, a dog. 

And the one I’m not sure is even in logline format:

B. A ladies-man police officer inherits a puppy of a partner, a horse of a dog and a bitch of a case, all in two days.

I want the logline to catch attention, but I don’t want people to spit on me because of incorrect format… : (

In my personal life: I just got back from Joshua Tree. I prefer Big Basin. I’m thinking about going on a fast. 

Finished! Again.

I finished my first fully-fleshed out draft thanks to the power of not being at home. Joshua Tree, here I come! For the past week, I’ve been trying to practice a modified version of the thirteen virtues of Benjamin Franklin. (I’ll post a picture of my first week’s transgressions later.) It’s really helped, I think, but I guess a lot of things can be helpful for a week. We’ll see how well I do when it comes time for me to start work on the next script.

Starbucks has been a beyond powerful ally in helping me stay awake and on task. I’ve been going to one near the studios, which has quite a few regulars who are also screenwriters. I guess this is one of those “benefits” to living in L.A. Also, the internet there is turrible and I only have an iPad, so I’ve actually put in full 5-6 hour workdays there. It has improved my efficiency so much that I went from thinking it’d be impossible to finish the script by Friday to being ready for people to read the script last night. Pretty mind-blowing for someone who’s ALWAYS LATE.

Anywho, good luck and happy screenwriting. : )

When Do You Capitalize Character Names?!

I know you capitalize character names the first time you see them, but what if they’re extremely minor characters, like PASSERS-BY or ONLOOKERS?

What if you’ve already seen them as a whole before, but later, you see them as a smaller group of, let’s say, DETECTIVES.

I’ve seen things that say not to capitalize character introductions if they don’t have a speaking part (unless their silent actions are important), but wouldn’t it just be easier to do it for everyone? Damn random screenplay formatting rules!