[Script] Unfood - Page 33

CONTINUED: 33. He is upset for a moment as he points his face at the screen and some print outs. He directs his visual sensory apparatus known as eyes at the screen and then the print outs. FREIGHT No. No. That can’t be right. He checks both a second time. SHOT – CLOSE UP – CALORIES. Shows the words “Number of Calories Needed to Survive:” SHOT – CLOSE UP – FOOD INVENTORY Shows the words “Caloric Inventory” SHOT – WIDE – INT MED BAY – DAY Freight swears and scatters the print outs. He calms himself and gathers up the print outs. SHOT – WIDE – INT MED BAY – DAY Time has passed. He adds up the numbers a third time. He reads the numbers a final time and shakes his head. FREIGHT God DAMN it. Freight starts to break down and cry. He lays his head on the desk and is utterly miserable. Camera departs in a wide shot showing him resting his head on the desk, staring despondently at the wall. SCENE 2 - SHOT – INT – BRIDGE – DAY Freight reads the sensors pointed at various parts of the ship trying to find more food. He notices two sections of the ship, and gets nothing. FREIGHT OK Bob. Wait, I know. Let’s try the bridge. (CONTINUED)

Grenademan vs the Zombies - Chapter 12 Part 2

A group of refugees approaches the town and the town is faced with a difficult decision.  Doc makes it for them.

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[Script] Unfood - Page 32

CONTINUED: 32. SHIP’S COMPUTER Security lock out. Freight keeps flipping switches. SHIP’S COMPUTER Security lock out. Freight flips the computer off and keeps flipping switches. SHIP’S COMPUTER Security lock out. (beat) Sensors activated. FREIGHT What? SHIP’S COMPUTER Ship’s sensors activated. Freight stops and gazes up. FREIGHT What? SHIP’S COMPUTER Ship’s sensors activated. FREIGHT Hallelujah. Freight fiddles with the sensors. He feeds them to Bob. Bob wanders the corridors of the ship searching. Bob finds a room and taps panels. One sounds somewhat hollow. Freight checks the sensors and peers hopeful. INT – RANDOM QUARTERS – DAY Freight points his eyes at the wall, tapping various parts and a hidden panel opens up. There is a lot of food behind it. He smiles and ’high fives’ Bob. Bob and Freight stack the food and catalog it. ACT 3 SCENE 1 - SHOT: INT – MED BAY – DAY Freight and Bob add up the total for the collected food. FREIGHT 45000....46000...50000..... (CONTINUED)

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CONTINUED: 31. Freight tries to break the chair with his hands. He is utterly unsuccessful. He blinks and sighs. FREIGHT Back in a second. Freight returns with an axe and heaves it above his head but doesn’t make even a dent in the thing in the slightest. He tries again and drops the axe as he does so. He grunts and picks up the axe a third time and lets into it, only not making any impact at all. Freight stares at Bob. FREIGHT Right. So are you going to help or what? BOB (Clicks happily and begins to saw away at the chair with a saw attachment that comes from inside his bowels) SHOT: INT – CAPTAIN’S QUARTERS – DAY The chair is reduced to splinters. SHOT: INT – MESS – DAY Bob watches while Freight puts the chopped up chair into the creator. Freight gets a splinter in his hand and swears. The creator makes a Souffle. SHOT: INT – MED BAY Freight eats the souffle with one hand whilst the med bay treats and bandages the other. He gives a thumb’s up to Bob. SCENE 10 - INT - BRIDGE - DAY Freight is peering at the ship, trying to figure various elements out. He flips various switches on the bridge control at random trying to figure things out. Occasionally the ship says: (CONTINUED) CONTINUED:

When Writing Can Literally Kill You

I have never considered myself a "real" artist even though that is a lie.  Many if not most artists draw their stuff to create either from the dark side of their emotional palate or the entire thing.  While I do draw from all my experience, I cannot function without some stability.

We have no apartment and trying to find one was so much stress that combined with unemployment plus a theft plus a betrayal from one if our would be friends in Miami caused me to have the closest thing to a nervous breakdown I am actually capable of having.

Right now, there is just no energy for it.  Ignoring my hatred of lost work, there is also the fact that I kind if have to fool myself six or seven different ways to write this and all my capacity for self deception needs to focus on finding a job right now.

So with heavy heart I have to give up nanowrmo this year.   Next year if I have a job and we have a place.

This may be the last update for a while

Letters to Rhombus 2

Rhombus answers more letters from fictional people. Write a real one.  Send it to redanvilcreative@gmail.com

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NaNoNaNooooo

So.

This is a life goal.

But I've tried this already and failed miserably both times, once was semi official even if I didn't register and the other time was with Tossing Grenades at Windmills earlier this year and I have been stuck stuck stuck stuck stuck on chapter 12 for months taking victory in working on a few words (emphasis) WORDS a day.

Nanowrimo is 50000 in one month.  Assuming at least 5 bad days, that's 25 good days at 2000 words each.  2000 words is something that I have written in an hour....

But...

BUT

The first time was so bad (as in the quality of the work) I actually stopped and wrote seven extra pages just murdering my characters again and again in different ways

The second time was much better but Grenademan is my Mickey Mouse....he is FUN to write and chapter 12 is KILLING me....granted, I'm following a script rather than going where my imagination takes me but...

I had hoped to have everything planned out....right now I have just one of three main lines vaguely mapped out with delusions of a second (Really, who REALLY wants to read about a psychopathic vigilante mouse?...maybe if it actually was Mickey Mouse with a stiletto....) and a title...and a vague tie in to a rather interesting french philosopher who liked titles.

I am unemployed at the moment which is draining and even if I get a job there will be no fuel of reserve.  And even though I have writing fans, this just won't FEEL the same as GMVZ....

So ...

I'm insane.

This will likely fail.

We're still going to an event this sunday and I'm likely registering on the site.

To quote the dwarf...

"Small chance of success.  Certain destruction? What are we waiting for?"