Sunday, April 6, 2014

The Real Rules of Fight Club



The first rule of Fight Club is: don't be late.  We close the doors at 9 P.M. and the building owner will not let us stay open past 11 P.M.  NO EXCEPTIONS.  It's not fair to other people, some of whom may have driven long distances to be here, to wait to fight until you show up.

The second rule of Fight Club is: if you aren't current on your dues, you don't fight.  Lately there have been some people (I won't name names) who tag along with their friends and aren't really official members but they fight any way.  That's not cool to the rest of us dues-paying members, some of whom sacrifice buying 3-ply toilet paper to be here and ready to fight.

The third rule of Fight Club is: if this is your first night, you have to wear a name tag.  It's hard to keep track of people with all the comings and goings, and this just helps all of us get to know each other better.  I know it's kind of dorky and singles you out, but you won't care when blood is spattered all over your nice Italian loafers and someone has ripped your shirt off to gut punch you more effectively.

The fourth rule of Fight Club is: well, this isn't a rule.  More of a suggestion.  If other people bring a birthday card for one of the members it would be nice if everyone signed it.  Not signing it makes people feel left out and unpopular.  Just scribble something banal and then you can stand under your moody swinging fluorescent light and growl like an animal to intimidate your opponent.

The fifth rule of Fight Club is: leave the basement how you found it.  Scar Throat Joe has been very kind to let us use his space for the past few months but lately he's been grumbling to me about blood stains and loose teeth he finds on the floor.  Treat the basement like you would the fighting pit in your own home.

The sixth rule of Fight Club is: if you use the last cup of coffee, it's your responsibility to brew a fresh batch.  I've left very clear instructions next to the coffee maker, so just follow those and you'll be all set.  By the way, this DOES include when you hurl the steaming coffee into your opponent's eyes.  You threw it, you brew it.

The seventh rule of Fight Club is: have fun!


Wednesday, February 5, 2014

Chimp Heist

Another short story beginning from Lissa's class.  This one's about a kid who really wants a chimp.  I can't remember what the writing prompts were, except I believe they involved: every day, one day, and a detailed description of a veggie burger.



More than anything in the world, Melvin wanted a chimpanzee.  Every day, he asked his parents for one.  And every day, their answer was the same:
"No."
Well, sometimes it was a variation on that response:
"Are you crazy?"
"How would you feed it?" and:
"Do I look like I'm made of money?"
But basically, no.

So every day Melvin rocked on his rocking chair and schemed of ways to get his hands on a bona-fide chimp.  He couldn't go to the pet store, even in disguise.  For one thing, he was too young.  Also, he only had $37.23 to his name - stashed in his porky porcelain piggy bank.  He couldn't fly to Africa for the same reason.  He even tried some occult magic as a last resort, but he didn't really believe it would work and sadly was proven right.

Then one day as he was rocking his rocking chair, building a chimp out of Legos, he dropped a Lego onto the floor under his Dad's easy chair.  He reached his hand under the chair (very carefully, in case his occult magic had accidentally summoned some child-snatching demon.)  Mostly he came back with lint.  But he felt something else under the chair - some paper.  Pulling out the paper he saw the usual boring headlines about stock prices and pictures of grown-ups covering up their faces.  He was about to toss it when an ad caught his eye:

"Chimpanzees coming to the Grand Forks Zoo."  Chimpanzees.  They never came to North Dakota because it was too cold.
"This is a once in a lifetime chance," thought Melvin.  He immediately called his best friend, Sanders. "Hey, it's me.  We're gonna break into the zoo.  You in?"

Melvin and Sanders locked the door to Melvin's room.  They spread out maps on the floor, schematics, biology books on the feeding habits of chimpanzees.  They were prepared.
"Nothing can stop us," said Melvin.
"Boys, lunchtime!" yelled Melvin's Mom.
"We're busy!" said Melvin.
"Too bad, you need to eat."

They kicked the papers under Melvin's bed as his Mom wriggled the door handle.
"Why is this locked?" she said.
"Uh, we were eating Play-Doh," blurted Sanders.  He was a terrible liar.  Melvin opened the door.
"We were reading comics, Mom.  What's for lunch?"
"A veggie burger with avocado, bacon, lettuce, and tomato."
"Yuck," thought Melvin.  But he didn't say anything.  He was going to be the perfect child until he could get his hands on that chimp.  Oh, how he longed to play catch with it, to teach it how to breakdance, and use it to play pranks on his enemies, like Suzy Wormser.  That pickle-faced tattletale Suzy Wormser.  He'd dress the chimp up like a little boy, get Suzy to fall in love with it, then pull the rug out from under her feet.  That would teach her not to spread rumors about people's tendency to wet the bed.  Lily-livered Suzy Wormser.

"Mom, Sanders and I need to be dropped off at the zoo for a field trip."  Melvin munched from his sandwich and tried to act casual.  His eyes met Sanders', who looked like he was about to explode.  Melvin casually stomped on his foot.
"Where's the permission slip?"
Sanders' eyes bulged.
Melvin slid a poorly-spelled permission slip to his Mom.
"These are the people who teach our children," she sighed.  Then signed the slip.  Melvin took another bite of his veggie burger.  He was darned if it didn't taste delicious.


Tuesday, October 15, 2013

Sense of Direction

I have a poor sense of direction, which often makes me lost or late to things.  Yet somehow I make it down to the Austin Film Festival every year for tasty BBQ, interesting panelists, and great friends.  They have fun parties, panels with pro screenwriters, and interviews with filmmakers like James Franco.  I'm also a planner, which is probably because that's the only way I would make it from point A to point B.  Every year I go to AFF, something wonderful happens that I couldn't have planned for.  In 2010, I stumbled my way to third place in the Pitch Finals and in 2011 I found myself at dinner with Michael Arndt.  In 2012, my favorite experience was getting lost.

Terry Rossio runs a rewrite workshop at AFF.  Terry is the A-list Academy Award-nominated screenwriter of SHREK, THE MASK OF ZORRO, and PIRATES OF THE CARIBBEAN, among others.  In his workshop, he takes one of your scenes and rewrites it live in front of a select group of fellow writers.  This is a practical way to see how the pros push to make a scene better.  He started the workshop in 2011 and I signed up as soon as registration opened.  I polished my scene, enlisted some help to convert it to Final Draft, and crossed my fingers that he'd choose my scene.  Alas, my poor sense of direction struck once again and I missed the panel I had wanted to go to so badly.

AFF 2012.  I sign up again for the rewrite panel and am one of the lucky 30 to get in.  I'm not going to let my poor sense of direction hamstring me.  This time I will make the workshop.  I cut out of lunch with my Pixar writing group early and dash to the Stephen F. Austin Ballroom to get a seat (with the help of Google Maps).

Phew, I made it to the room fifteen minutes early.  Kind of strange that I'm one of the few here.  Terry's a big writer and I'd expect the room to be pretty packed.  Fifteen minutes later, the event's supposed to start.  Yet Terry's not here.  There are more people in the seats but it's still half-empty.  Hmm, Terry must have been held up at lunch.

15 minutes pass.  I guess time management doesn't apply to big shot A-list screenwriters.  More people have filed in, but they don't look like the normal 30-40 year olds I've seen in other panels.  A lot of young people here, even high schoolers.  Odd.

30 minutes past the scheduled start time.  That son of a bitch!  Who does he think he is?  I could have been at four other interesting panels in this time slot.  But I chose to be here, to spend a week rewriting my scene, to trade several e-mails with my friend Susan trying to debug Movie Magic to Final Draft conversion issues.  All to be here on time.  I gather my things, about to leave in a huff--

When a lovely woman sits down next to me.  Her name is Simone and she's an actress.  She asks me why I have a notebook and I tell her it's because I'm a writer - I take notes.  Seems like kind of a silly question.  She notices my comedy screenplay finalist badge and tells me her husband was a finalist some years ago.  He's now a professional writer on TV shows and high-profile features.  We have a great chat and then the packed room buzzes.  Terry must be here!  Finally.

From backstage, in strolls-- James Franco.  What the hell?  It takes me a few dazed minutes to realize what happened.  Apparently, the Rossio rewrite workshop is in the Stephen F. Austin Assembly Room, not the Stephen F. Austin Ballroom.  I am a total idiot and apologize for all the bad things I thought about Terry Rossio.  I've never met him, but I'm sure he's a lovely and punctual gentleman.  I may be the only person in history who is disappointed to see James Franco.  While he is passionate and erudite, he doesn't talk about the writing process very much.  And now I realize why I'm the odd man out for having a notebook.

Later that evening, Simone introduces me to her wonderful husband, Steve.  It turns out we grew up in the same small Ohio town outside an Air Force base.  We hit it off and Steve has been a savvy and gracious mentor to me since then, helping to improve my writing and teaching me to navigate the murky waters of breaking in.

I went to see Rossio but got Franco instead.  But I needed to meet Steve and Simone, who have become good friends.  I never could have planned connecting with them, but it was one of my favorite experiences.  And it could only have happened at AFF.

I tried to sign up for the rewrite workshop this year, but it filled up within a few hours.  Someday.  But it doesn't deter me from returning to AFF.  I have no idea what good things will happen there this year, who I might find myself seated next to at the Driskill bar, or where I might get lost.  I wouldn't have it any other way.

Saturday, July 27, 2013

Pixar Writers Workshop

Disclaimer: This post talks about people who work at Pixar and write screenplays as a hobby off-hours.  It has nothing to do with the professional writers who are hired by Pixar to write screenplays.


Overview

For this post, I'm going to talk about our unofficial screenwriting workshop that we run at Pixar.  We'll cover the benefits of the workshop, the origin, how it runs, how it has evolved, and some intangibles.  The hope is that this will spark other screenwriters to organize their own workshops.

Benefits

The benefits of the workshop include:

  • Getting live feedback on a script and its structure from other experienced writers.
  • Being guilted into producing more pages.
  • Hearing how your dialogue sounds when spoken by real human beings.
  • Insight into the process of other writers.
  • Learning more about the craft by doing.
  • Moral and technical support.

Origin

One of the many cool things about working at this amazing place is Pixar University.  PU provides classes on a variety of topics to let employees pursue technical and creative endeavors.  At least once a year they usually provide a multi-week Screenwriting Workshop.  It's taught by some wonderful screenwriting teachers from UCLA and USC, including Tim Albaugh (@timalbaugh), Linda VoorheesBarri Evins, and Bobette Buster.  These classes are typically a mix of beginning and advanced screenwriters, so they're geared towards learning the fundamentals of the craft and getting you started on writing a script.  However, the classes last a limited number of weeks and typically end with students having written the first act but with many more pages to write.  Several of the writers with works in progress decided to start our own workshop to keep our momentum and finish more scripts.

We've tried a couple of times to start an unofficial workshop but they always fizzled out.  This one seems to have stuck, as we've been doing it almost weekly since May 2011.  We've built a strong group that sharpens each other.  Our writers have placed in many of the toughest screenwriting competitions in the country, including the Nicholl Fellowship, Sundance, Austin Film Festival, CineStory, PAGE, and Scriptapalooza.  We all help each other get better.  There's a reason that writers have traditionally formed groups to get peer feedback, from the Inklings to the Algonquin Round Table, to Lucas/Spielberg/Coppola.


How it Runs

The workshop meets every Thursday night in a work conference room for 2-3 hours.  Typically our wonderful organizer Laura sends an e-mail out earlier in the day to get a roll call.  If she's out that day then someone else sends the mail.  We have to have a quorum of at least four people who can make it or we cancel for that day.  This is so that there are enough actors to play the different parts during a table read.  People respond with two things: 1) whether they can make it or not and 2) do they have new pages.  People with no pages are welcome to attend, as they can still read dialogue and offer feedback.

Writers typically bring 8-10 pages.  To determine the order, we usually have the person who hasn't gone the longest go first.  Otherwise, we pick an order.

The writer starts off by giving a little backstory to make sure we know where we are in the script.  E.g.  "This is right after Bob and Janice hook up for the first time, just after the midpoint..."  Then the writer casts the roles to have people read.  Typically, the writer will read the narration and pick up any small parts that weren't cast.

We read the whole thing out loud, which is enlightening for the writer.  Some things that read great on the page are difficult to pronounce or don't flow well when spoken.

After the read, people offer feedback to the writer.  Notes range from structural to dialogue to character to tone.  This can be hard for the writer to take, as writers are naturally defensive about their material.  But feedback and "plussing" are such an integral part of the way we work at our Pixar day jobs that they understand it's all in the spirit of elevating the material.


Evolution

The workshop has evolved quite a bit from its origins.  We used to only workshop screenplay pages.  Now people bring in short stories, outlines, loglines, short films, and any other creative material to get feedback.  We've also done things like strategize on which Austin Film Fest panels to attend, prep writers for pitching, show and tell about our working methods, and do a Q&A session with Pixar's head of development.  People will even pitch a few ideas before they start writing just to see what people respond to.


Intangibles

Two of the reasons our workshop works is because we have an organizer and a dedicated core.  Laura organizes us: sends out the reminders, books the conference room, brings treats, etc.  Though we have about twenty people on our mailing list, there are a core of six to eight of us who show up most weeks. That group has become close and it's been really rewarding to see each other grow and take on new challenges over the past couple of years.

Speaking personally, it's hard for me to imagine writing a script without getting feedback from the workshop.  There's nothing like having a room full of talented writers help to make your script better and cheer you towards the finish line.  I love you, Pixar writers!

Tuesday, June 25, 2013

Feed the Truck

Another writing exercise from Lissa.  We had to start with one of these two sentences:
1) Sofie couldn't sleep
2) She's crazy for fish.

Bonus points if we could work any of the following words into the story:
blue
pickup
wondering
seventy-seven
Mr. Greenley
chair



She's crazy for fish.  That 'ol blue pickup runs on it.  Some cars drink gas or biodiesel that smells like french fries, but this truck runs on fish.  Suits me just fine as I am an avid what-you-call angler.  My wife's always wonderin' when I'm gonna come home but as I done told her seventy-seven times, I gots to feed the truck.  And that requires a whole lot of anglin'.  And beer.  Anglin' on the weekend, anglin' at night, anglin' whenever I'm supposed to be looking for a second shift.  But there ain't no angles in that, just the cold, flat truth.  Ain't no jobs around these parts.  None that'll take a man what smells powerful of fish all day, anyway.  I hired on with a pizza delivery outfit for a spell but customers kept complainin' to Mr. Greenley (my bald-headed twit of a store manager) that they hadn't of ordered anchovies so why did their pepperonis and Hawaiians smell like goddamn fish?  That prick don't have no backbone like a real man so he just up and let me go.  That's what they call it: "let 'im go."  Like I was a fish too small to make a meal of, like I was nothing, so they tossed me back in the water and let me sink.  So now I just sit on a ratty old chair in my ratty old piece of shit boat and try to find that little fish and pull 'im up so he don't drown.  Don't think there's any hope for the poor bastard.  You see, he smells like fish.

Tuesday, May 14, 2013

The Amblegator

Another story from Lissa's class.  This time the prompt was to pick one of the following opening sentences (that my classmates came up with) and run with it till Lissa called time.

Opening sentence choices:
Leroy knew there was a mermaid.
Bubbles rose to the surface.
The sheriff stared at the empty jail cell.
He tossed the shell into the air.
It was darker than expected.
It was a little late in the day to go fishing.
Brady put on his magic overalls.

And here's my Cajun-flavored story:



It was a little late in the day to go fishing, but gol durn if Rambles wasn't gonna go back out there and try again.  He'd been fishing this lake for pert near thirty-seven years - through three marriages, fourteen children, two wars, and one death.  One important death, anyway.  He was the only soul what believed the legend of the Amblegator, a gator so big he done drunk up the Mississippi in one slurp, before a crawfish swung on his gullet and made him give it back.

Rambles was a born and bred Cajun and he loved the taste of smoked gator.  He caught plenty of gator, sittin' on his porch over the muddy lake.  He'd bait his hook with a live chicken or an armadillo or one of those neighbor kids if they didn't shut their traps.  He caught plenty of big gators - eight, nine feet long with teeth the size of screwdrivers and a disposition like his first ex-wife.  But they weren't the Amblegator.  That was a life gator - one that made your whole life worthwhile.  Nobody believed the tales, least of all his second wife.  She was nice enough but they didn't see eye to eye on most things, like the number of beers a reasonable man should drink in a day, the importance of an education, or the utter dedication required for a lone man to catch one of the greatest beasts ever to walk this godforsaken earth.

But his third wife, Bessie, she understood.  They were mad for each other like Cupid had got hisself drunk one day and shot them both full of too many arrows.  Bessie'd sit out there on the porch with him and fish for the Amblegator too.  She'd even talk trash about how she was gonna be the one to catch 'im, just to light the fire in Ol' Rambles' belly.  But that Amblegator had swallowed her up, and now she lay at the bottom of that muddy lake, in that great beast's stinkin' belly.  Rambles put another chicken on the hook.


Saturday, March 16, 2013

Super Geeky 5: Nora Potter and the Super Geeky



We're back for our fifth Super Geeky video. For this one, we went with a Harry Potter theme since my older girls love the series. It was a family affair, as all of us worked on it. I used this one as an excuse to teach myself After Effects through various tutorials on the web. You can get a free 30-day trial license for the expensive software, so that gave us a nice deadline. After creating some VFX, I now have a lot more respect for the VFX artists out there. It was a lot of fun, and a real blast to show to my girls when all the post was finished. Nora was too scared of Voldemort to watch it more than once, while Branna wants to watch it, "100 more times, maybe more."

Crew
Director/Writer/Editor/VFX/Sound: Mike Sundy
Cinematographer/Costume Designer/Hair & Makeup Artist: Tara Sundy
Special Thanks to: Lara Pendleton

Cast
Nora Potter: Nora Sundy
Hermione Granger: Fiona Sundy
Lord Voldemort: Mike Sundy
Ginny Weasley: Branna Sundy
Hagrid: Mr. Wiggles
Harlem Shake dancers: The Sundy Family

For our previous Star Wars themed Super Geeky video, see: Super Geeky IV: A New Dope

"Making of" details
It was shot on a Flipcam, then edited in iMovie.  For VFX, I used After Effects and Trapcode Particular.  For the sound effects, I used a Youtube mp3 ripper and imported it into Audacity.

Tutorials
Special thanks to VFXCoach, who made most of the After Effects tutorials I used below.  His website is here:  http://www.vfxcoach.com/additionalservices/vfxcoach.html

Opening Harry Potter titles: http://ae.tutsplus.com/tutorials/motion-graphics/create-harry-potter-titles/
Stupefy spell: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lPu6HavbQyQ
Expelliarmus spell: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BRd4KOGJ2oc
Priori Incantatem spell: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=M8Sy9UKgm_k
Apparate spell: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HK2wOfGH1mk
Protego spell: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=d7XZc5LahSo
Accio spell (wire erase): Used After Effects CC Wire Removal tool
Harry Potter spell sound effects: http://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=player_embedded&v=70hvTVR7R40#!