I think I finished a script today that I’d been working on with Dave and, while I think there are a lot of interesting elements in there, we managed to create something so fucking complex that I’d have a tough time shooting it if I had a budget and a real crew.

I do not have those things.

This poses a curious problem. Do I try to make it work and complain bitterly when it doesn’t match what was in my head because I didn’t have the either the personal talent or a talented staff to make it work? Or do I try to assemble what I need to make it work with my poor charisma and people organizational skills? Or do I wait and hope that something will happen that will make it easier to get the process in motion?

None of those options appeal to me. It would have been nice if at some point in the past I had made some connections with actual people here in Tucson. It would also be nice to have money. This is where being a writer becomes a great idea.

You can write on scraps of paper with your own blood if you have to. You need real equipment if you’re going to shoot a filmic thing even if that filmic thing is only 12 minutes long. At the very least you need a camera, mics, and maybe some lights. Throw in something like a tracking shot and you’re busting the budget even if you’re using a wheelchair and a strong friend to push. Strong friends need to eat, those fuckers!

So I don’t know what I’m going to do but here’s a link to the El Viejo e Mad Dog if you get bored.

The pitchline: A magical realistic look at the relationship between a chollo in the barrio and the grandfather of his girlfriend who’s been deported.

Now that I think about it, that doesn’t sound interesting at all. I’m going to have to work on my pitching. LOTS OF BLONDES WITH GIANT BREASTS!

That would get a much better reaction I bet. People are willing to put money into tits.