I’d be remiss if I didn’t mention that this works for more than just improv and writing, it works pretty well in life too.
This installment is so bogged down and overburdened with its own mythology that it’s lost its heart.
Find the core of your scene and build around it, don’t panic and have plagues of locusts fly in just because it feels “too small.”
Even if you cannot remember you need to know and read here that you are someone. Hold onto that. When these facts have all faded away and you feel like stopping, don’t. Move forward.
Stay in and rent a classic horror film instead, and if you really need to leave the house give bowling a try before you consider seeing this.
Who we are to the world- not just who we are trying to be.
If there’s anything that starts to weigh us down it’s the potential of things that might or could have been, but aren’t. I think those are the living ghosts we can be haunted by that keep us up at night no matter how good things are.
Stories with women that are just set dressing or targets for the male protagonists are worthless. Flesh her out. Give her agency and goals of her own.
That is what this book is for me. It’s a silly story about a man who accidentally makes a movie, but along the way he, and hopefully I in writing it, will break, edit, delete and rewrite the articles above into something simpler, something elegant.
Working within the limitations of your medium, and the aspiration of unearthing great art with courage and honesty as your tools.