A story writing blog
Monday, July 4, 2016
Wednesday, December 9, 2015
Now what?
What now?
I finished my movie script, now I need a new project because without one I feel aimless.
So what do I want to do?
Well, not another movie script. Not right away anyway. It turns out that writing a movie is a MAMMOTH sized project. It was very, very hard and it took me the better part of a year to get it finished. I need to find something simpler to create with a quicker turnaround time.
So what's that?
I have no idea...
I am thinking.
Saturday, September 19, 2015
TREATMENT - I AM NOT A WEIRDO - A thriller by Thomas Holler
Thursday, September 17, 2015
I FINISHED MY MOVIE SCRIPT
Man, I haven't done this in a while. Feels weird, I kind of forget the layout...anyway, back to blogging.
The short explanation for why I haven't posted in so long is that after I converted everything I'd written so far in to a script program, I found that I couldn't copy and paste my work here without all these formatting errors and that was annoying so I decided not to bother.
I kept writing though. I will say this, writing a movie is very hard. If you're someone out there who has decided to write their first script then expect to struggle. Expect to feel like a bum. Writing isn't typing, writing is sitting on your couch staring at a wall and listening to music until an idea hits you. It feels unproductive and all your instincts will tell you to quit and stop wasting your time.
It's not fun, its work. If you're still driven to see your idea through then just keep at it. Remember that even if you're just writing a paragraph everyday then you're slowing getting it finished. Just keep coming back to it, make it a habit, hold yourself accountable. Grind it out and you WILL finish, and when you do it feels pretty cool.
So my script is finished.
Now what?
Sunday, May 31, 2015
Sunday, May 3, 2015
TOM WRITES HIS FIRST MOVIE: Yeah, some scenes are bound to be a little boring.
Here's the full script that I am working on.
And now tonight's boring scene...
EXT - ABIGAIL'S HOUSE - FRONT PORCH
Abigail is sitting outside on her patio furniture, nervously awaiting Bryce's return. Beside her is her father Richard, neither is speaking. Both are sitting silently, waiting, contemplating. The sound of a car coming up the lonely road leading to her house catches both of their attention. Abigail see's Bryce's truck come into sight, she gets up and walks to the driveway to meet him. Concern is registered on her face.
Bryce pulls into the driveway, he takes a second to collect himself for Abby's sake and exits the vehicle.
Hey. How did it go? Was he home?
No. Thank god.
Oh...
I left him his things. It's done.
Ok. That's that, I guess.
That's that Abby. I promise.
Well, lets celebrate! I been in baking mode all morning just to take my mind of things. How does wine and cake sound? Or pie. Or cupcakes. I went a little overboard.
Wine sounds about right.
I'll set the table.
Thanks again Bryce, you've been amazing.
He wasn't home?
No. Lucky.
I guess you didn't need that gun.
Bryce doesn't really answer, he just nods off the question and moves to follow Abby into the house before Richard's next question stops him in his tracks.
Can I have it back? The gun?
I was thinking maybe I should hang onto it.
Just incase.
Thursday, April 30, 2015
TOM WRITES HIS FIRST MOVIE: The big confrontation.
Here's today's entry. We're pushing towards the big finale, from here things will be moving at a really quick pace. I have a hell of an ending coming.
EXT - DOUGLAS' HOUSE
Bryce pulls into a the driveway of a small, one level house in a dingy part of town. Bryce sits for a second collecting his thoughts, he pulls the gun out of his waistband and looks hard at it. Bryce has a moment of clarity and decides to put the gun away into his glove compartment. Bryce steps out of car door, heads to the back door of his u-haul and opens it. He starts pulling Douglas' things out of the truck and putting them on the font lawn, hoping to just leave Douglas his things and without confrontation. That's wishful thinking, Douglas comes bursting out of the front door.