Sketchy Beginnings

So I thought I would try this again and see where it develops.  I tried to start blogging before and I've just never known what to say or really what to do with it.  I guess I could start with what I currently finished.

Recently I wrapped my first screenplay with Ben Green Films and Orange Tree Productions.  The experience was amazing!  It was beautifully shot and acted and everything.  I couldn't have asked for a better first experience into the movie world.  It was a two day shoot for a short 10 minute play at two different locations.  We'll see what happens next. Thanks again for everybody who helped out, it was amazing!

As for other news I did just find out that a dear professor of mine passed away.  He taught me creative writing and not to be so poetic just get it out there and tell your story.   He was a great man and an absolute creative icon in literature. The University of Dallas English Department and all his students will sincerely miss Dr. Eugene Curtsinger.  





Other than that things are going well.   I'm at that point in the blog where I'm not sure what to talk about next.  Is this thing completely devoted to me and therefore I should just rambling about how great I think I am and what I am doing and how unique and blah blah blah.  Or should ponder the existence of life/death and growing up or perhaps type a 5,000 word summation of why the butterfly decided to land outside my apartment versus his usual spot across the way?  I really don't know what I should be writing about.  Nothing truly exciting happens.  I bought crickets today for our lizards at school.

I used to pretend I was a great storyteller growing up.  Everybody wanted to find me and hear my great stories of trips to Talakamoo in the deepest farest corners of Africa or dining with 10 and 20 royals at her majesty's the Queen of Bummbelliy private spring tea.  Just me and my trusty storytelling hat.  And, of course hiding in the cupboard beneath the television always helped out too.  It added mystic to my craft.  "Where's that voice coming from?"

"The sky"

"The drapes"

"No, the cupboard under the television stupid!"

That was me, Eloise Carmichael.  That was back when I was eight.  I'm nine now and I have grown up since then.  I was a mere child.  I was an infant.  I was...cookies!  gotta go.

(A snap shot into my brain.  Enjoy!)