So last time I was here I was talking about the current business of screenwriting, and how my attempts to self promote to circumvent the new model had backfired, and people had…varied reactions to it.
This time I thought I’d give you advice that might actually help you, without bumming you out.
I’m forever asked “how do you write so much,” “how do you make yourself sit down to write,” “what is your writing schedule,” all the basic questions screenwriters ask because they want to see how it lines up against what they’re already doing. I never really have good answers; I don’t have a writing schedule, I procrastinate as much as you do, I just write when I want to write.
But something that occurred to me yesterday, that I haven’t really seen in any study guides or “screenwriting advice” books or blogs, and I think it could actually help you.
And that is: make stuff.
Super Mario World
By Max Landis
The “Mario Brothers” Franchise from Nintendo
Click To Download The Script
The most difficult part about having a mood disorder is acknowledging that, no matter how vehemently you feel something, it could be wrong. I’ve met many people who aren’t able to recognize this aspect, and get swept in their tides, constantly sad or overjoyed or angry. It’s the annoying waiting game that tricks people; the emotions are so strong that they feel they have to act RIGHT NOW or all is lost, but the truth is, those emotions are rarely appropriate in scale, and the longer you wait, and refuse to indulge them, the more they shrink. It’s hard not to stew. It’s hard not to go around and around. It’s hard to not to blame everyone but yourself. It’s hard to see clearly.
That’s the fucker of having any form of bipolar, losing your subjectivity. Being convinced. That’s the part you have to beat.
Originally Tweeted From @uptomyknees
I said that I’m a ride for my motherfucking parents,
Most likely I’m a die with my finger on the trigger
I’ve been grinding outside, all day with my parents
And I ain’t going in, unless I’m with my parents
My parents, my parents
My parents, my parents (My motherfucking parents!)
My parents, my parents (My parents, my parents)
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