Quarter Of The Way Done (Mostly)

It has been a very long time since I blogged on this blog. Mostly because I forgot but also just because so much has gone on.
We continued to work in a large group toward figuring out our first episode for Red Hook. It was tiring and arduous and, at times, extremely aggravating. A few times I felt like there might even be arguments with other cohorts. Then, in a quick and strange moment, it went from one large group to two. I wasn't quite sure how the group split was going to be but then out of nowhere Norm told us to name our groups. I figured the groups would actually be random but then he just told us to name them. So Group One did, quit quickly. Then our group did. It was fats and before I knew it we were Group One (The Raiders) and Group Two (The Avengers). And they were Episode One and we were Episode Two.
We were so excited, my group. Which consisted of Me, Jorge, Susan, Amber, Angel, Nanette, Addie, Josh, Brandon, Kris, and Dapo. And right away we began to work on what our second episode would be. The sky was the limit. We knew we didn't have to be exactly after episode one, we could do different things while still keeping continuity, it was so exciting and limitless. We came up with a lot of decisions, ones we liked. I'd say our only problem was we had too many ideas. I realize that sounds idiotic but it felt right. We barely even had trouble as a group. There were arguments and disagreements but we never really fought or were mean. We always decided what was best for the group. I doubt everyone was happy but I like ot think if there were real issues people would have spoken up. I like to think.
We worked hard on our second episode, splitting into four groups which we would then combine. And in a matter of two weeks we managed to get four rough drafts done on our episode. And then we learned that all our work would be scrapped and that our group was most likely operating int he wrong fashion. Cest la vie.
We'll be heading into our intensive soon. That consists of us working on-stop, all day, for one straight week. It will be, you guessed it, intense. I need to move fast, though. The LIU Health Suite is the only thing standing between me and registration and I need to do that. I also need a place to stay for that one week. But I'll get it done. Nothing will stand between me and my resolutions.
One: Keep up with my writing.
Two: Do my writing resume and be a more professional writer.
Three: This is a secret resolution. Wouldn't you like to know.

Day Fifteen: Nothing Much ("Hmmm")

I realized I mispelled Day in my last post. Hmm. Some writer I am.
I am pretty proud of the scenes I wrote though. The first one was kinda bullshit but it was a good warmup. But my second and third I loved. I played with language, vocabulary, the whole shebang. And I was even complimented by some of my compatriots. It was nice.

Fay Fourteen: A New Beginning... Literally ("Holy Shit, We Got Somewhere")

It was a heated day today. There were arguments and everything. And in the end I actually feel like we got somewhere. Have to write some scenes tomorrow. Gonna have to take off work since I'll have Eastern State at night.

Day Thirteen: I've Begun To Drift ("La De Da...")

I find myself drifting more and more at the writer's table. I honestly have no more to say that I haven't already. It's just... circles... she's spinning me round in circles... that silly blonde girl... something about the ages...

Day Twelve: The Order Of The Pheonix ("I Love That We're Calling It That")

Remember I said I was sending out an email to see if people wanted to work in specific groups? No one answered that question. Instead my email seemed to spur people onto another topic. It seemed to drive people to really want to dog into this project and begin writing scenes and scripts for the show. It has even been likened to an underground movement. One person began referring to it as The Order Of The Pheonix. We'll see just how much magic we can create together.

Day Eleven: I'm Beginning To Lose Myself ("So Confuzzled")

The discussions about characters and plots are legitimately starting to confuse me. There are just too many ideas and issues that we keep piling up. So... much... confusion. So I have decided to bite the bullet and send out another group email. This one is really just about working together in groups. It'll be interesting to see how it goes.

Day Ten: Yet More Hashing ("My Head A'Splode")

I don't want to hash out any more details about the characters, especially Joe or Eric. We are spending every single moment in class throwing out ideas and I feel we're not actually getting anywhere. More and more ideas keep piling up but we aren't climbing the ideas to anywhere new. We just keep sitting there, letting the ideas bury us alive. There are so many things I'd like to do. I'd like to find some sort of direction as to where this plot is going, where is our main character, fuck, I don't even feel like I really know who the character is. And no one can decide on anything. People either want to make him too boring or so damn drug ridden he can't move. Or they want to make him Gregory House. I just want something. Are we focusing on Joe or the community? What event propels our plot? What the fuck is our plot? In the end, it's just so... Yeah, there's a reason I go...
On another note, I am now officially nervous about the groups we will split into. Norm has said they're gona be random picks but I feel, and I know others have as well, that we have already begun to form groups and "alliances" in this cohort. Not that we're competing, but we know some better than others and I've always felt it's best to get along with the people you write with. Sure, every now and then we all have to deal with someone we don't want to, but I don't think real head writers choose people they can't get along with. I know that Russel T. Davies and Joss Whedon both had assistant head writers that they were, and still are, great friends with. I want to be comfortable with who I write with and not spend the entire fucking time arguing. If I could choose... I would list my top picks but that could possibly be mean. Frankly, you probably know who you are.
I considered sending out another group email (cause it went so well last time) and asking people if they would rather go with the luck of the draw or if they'd rather choose who they work with. Maybe I'll put it to a vote. It might come off better that way. I just want to take some initiative. It's who I am.
On a lighter note, I got free food. They had catering for Mr. Popper's Penguins, which I am clearly not working on, and they just had this gran buffet of fruits, salads, meats, and delicious entrees. Being me, I hoisted up my cahones and acted like I belonged and I cam away with some damn fine food. I was even commended on being a "gangsta", or possibly gangster, by Addie. Tru dat!