Act Two

As I stood on the Llandudno beach set this evening (was working on an advert) soaking in everything, the sunset, the waves, the cheesy music playing for the actors to pretending to be happy; I came to a conclusion. The universe is a talkative bitch.

Everywhere I looked I saw symbolism, some obvious others contrived, but then the thoughts were there. The actors with their fake kid playing on the beach "happily", reminded me of the fake future I foresaw. The waves that no one could stop if they tried. The beach dog Max, I made friends, playing with a palm branch before losing interest and leaving it in pieces. A sunset happening before my eyes at that very minute, not thinking about the future.

Yes, the universe was talking and talking. I told it to shut up, my path is set and making small talk with fate isn't going to change it. The parts are in play, the wheel in the sky keeps turning and all life is a stage and the show must go on.

While I feel fear the universe is pushing me into some place I don't want to be, fighting it would be as pointless as pushing the waves back into the sea; I should just surf the mofo.

That's the downer, now the upper. Aside from seeing this shit the universe tries to thrust down my eye sockets, I am happy. Being a writer, I believe everything works best in threes. Three Acts, a beginning, a middle, and a resolution...I don't say end because often the resolution is the best part. God knows Lord of the Rings' resolution lasted a good two hours.

Act one was me growing up with a certain set of morals and ideals. I wanted to be one of those people that found true love and grow old with that person, probably because I was raised by a single parent. I had a school friend I was "friends" with for 2 years, but I secretly liked her a lot. Then she moved away and I was left alone. I promised myself the next time I'd be more to the person I "like." Then the innocent stage happened. The part of the movie where everything is perfect...but we all know it can't last. See good stories need conflict and that conflict was rising. I was stuck in Act One, until finally I was violently destroyed by my demons.

Now I find myself at the beginning of act two. The part of the story where our hero knows what he must do, the part where he knows where he failed, the part where he prepares himself to overcome the odds once more. I welcome this act whole heartedly now where before I was still holding onto act one. I want to now embrace act two to discover how much of a better hero I can be. A hero can never overcome himself if he cannot understand his weaknesses and now with closure to act one, I am ready to see what happens next.

Act three? Who knows, who cares right now. I suppose that act will be about how I come to terms with who I am, I have experienced life for myself and I'm ready to settle into my own skin. I'm not going to rush to act three though. The journey is the destination.

So ends another cryptic blog about the thoughts that go through my mind on a daily basis. I hope that there's people out there that can identify with me because that's one of the most important characteristics of a hero, identification.

The Narcoleptic Burglar

Hey guys, today I'm going to break down a concept for a screenplay I'm working on at the moment. Brave or stupid maybe because just about anyone will have access to an idea to steal, but to be honest I'd be flattered if someone thought the concept was good enough to steal. Besides, ideas are free and I can always get more.

A petty burglar suffering from narcolepsy gets wrapped up in a domestic murder cover up involving a sociopathic security firm CEO.


Hows that for a log line? Now for a summary.

So the story goes Adam, our protagonist, resorts to petty crime because of his condition and general lack of motivation/self-confidence. During a certain burglary the occupants of the home return arguing, Adam meanwhile hides in a closet. Hearing the fight get more out of hand and violent he falls asleep from stress. Waking up later Adam tries to flee, but stumbles upon the body of a young woman. 


Upon escaping he decides to forget about the ordeal and move on, but his conscious weighs heavily as he seems to be the only one who knows what truly happened. The husband of the victim, Malc, is clearly deeply involved with the murder, but the investigation clears him. Adam now has to find away to bring the husband to justice without incriminating himself and staying one step ahead of Malc's personal security company and Malc's sociopathic mind games.


Will Adam be able to overcome the odds of his narcolepsy and bring Malc to justice?


So what you think? I'm about 6 pages in at the moment and I'm toying with the idea of making the film myself. I've included a love interest arc, but it's not relevant to the summary at this point; it will be when I'm done though. What kind of situations would you like to see?

Thanks for reading.

Random Pictures Day

Too tired to write an emotionally exhausting blog today, so now for some pictures! Brought to you by Rebecca Black.

I love sweet sauce!

Battle Songs

Ok, so I almost didn't get round to writing this blog today and you know what...I almost don't care, almost. I didn't think I had the time, but apparently I do. The biggest problem with an impromptu blog is I don't know what I want to write about, so the content is likely to be all over the show. I'm just writing about stuff as I think about it. This blog is for me by me though, so it's pretty much anything goes as long as it's interesting to read (not necessarily coherent) . After all this is my practice.

So there...hmp!

You ever have a life battle before? Whether it be a bully, an abusive employer, self doubt or even a rough test, it doesn't matter...these are the battles of life. It's that time when everything you knew, or thought you knew, was being challenged. It may not be your choice, you may have done nothing to deserve it; you're just the rabbit in the headlights, but it's time to fight or flight. What do you do? Who can you turn to? Battles can break us, but if you survive one you'll come out a better version of yourself, scarred but ready for more. Too many and you might end up looking like slack jawed dough, but the journey would've been fulfilling. That's the thing about warriors, their careers can end in a second, but just like any other job the more they experience and survive wars the better they handle themselves in the next one. They have tools too, the tool I'd like to talk about is the battle song.

Vikings were sensitive souls.

The battle song can be a song that suddenly speaks a new language that makes sense. It's a song that gets you motivated during tough times to take the next step good or bad. For me, that song at the moment is Ready to Start by Arcade Fire.

Ok, so hipster culture aside, this band has gotten me some very tough times...and even some not so tough times. How I know that this song has become my battle song is because where before I would just jive to it cause it sounded good, it now speaks for me. You've probably experienced this before at some stage in your life, but the feeling of a song speaking through you, to you; that feeling is such an emotionally powerful force that it can single handedly keep your mind focussed on the outcome of your battle. Whenever you hear it you can't help psyche yourself out and smile as you pretend to punch your fist through the imaginary barriers in your civil war.

Ag, so basically what is your battle song? Have you ever had one? Share how it feels.