“Commitment means staying loyal to what you said you were going to do long after the mood you said it in has left you.”
Yeah, I’ve no idea who originally said that quote, but it sounds good, doesn’t it? Unfortunately, I’ve found that it’s not always possible to remain committed to everything we’d like to. Case in point: my unfinished novel Hollywood Whisper.
If you know me, you know the story by now: I’d earnestly begun work on my fifth book, initially titled Truffle Butter. Yes, it was a tongue-in-cheek reference to the Nicki Minaj hit that was popular at the time, and that should also let you know how long ago I’d begun working on this.
The novel’s premise was pretty simple. It told the story of Whisper St. Porter, a young Black woman who becomes an accidental movie star and how she navigates the wild and wacky world of Hollywood. Whisper is not only a box-office draw, but she’s also won numerous awards, including the coveted Best Actress Oscar. And she shares an agent with Jodi Flowers, an actress whose star is on the wane. The agent suggests the two ladies star in a foodie-themed comedy titled Truffle Butter, and the rest of story explores the actresses’ relationship with each other in the run up to production.
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And it’s not going to be Hollywood Whisper … aka Truffle Butter.
For a while I’d been toying with an idea I’ve titled Side Chick. I admit, the plot’s not that innovative: A family man becomes involved with an unhinged woman, shit hits the fan, terror ensues.
And it’s also a story that firmly fits within the genre of “hood fiction” — my first take on hood fiction, Orange Mound, has quickly and recently become a readers’ favorite, and since I’m interested in writing tales that are commercially viable, I’m thinking another trip to the well can’t hurt.
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OK, so we are 16 days into Zero Draft Thirty, the writing challenge in which we are supposed to write a “zero draft” of a screenplay in 30 days.
As the challenge mandates we write at a pace of four pages per day, at this point we should be at Page 64.
On Untitled NYC Comedy, I am at Page 58.
I know, I know. I started off cheating and now I’m a few pages behind. However, I am not worried. I will soon be taking time off from the day job, and during that period I vow to catch up in the most spectacular of ways.
Continue reading “A Zero Draft Thirty Update #ZD30Script — Day 16”
As I’m sure most of you will agree, 2016 was one bitch of a year.
Not only did we have to deal with numerous celebrity deaths and the crushing disappointment of a presidential election hampered by an increasingly antiquated process (not to mention both the media’s coverage of the candidates and the arrogance of third-party millennial voters), but I suffered personal losses as well.
I didn’t really speak publicly about this, but my mother’s death in August affected me in ways I couldn’t before conceive. Then there was the jinxed jaunt to Los Angeles over the Thanksgiving holiday, during which I was the victim of bank fraud. And I was beginning to feel a whole lot less fulfilled personally and professionally.
Continue reading “Good Riddance 2016, and Hello 2017!”