I know this happened last week, but I realized I'd posted about it on facebook but not here... Samurai MK Alex Drummond's action/comedy script YOU'RE DEAD MEAT, PIPLOWSKI made it to #9 on the 2010 Hit List.
It bears mentioning that PIPLOWSKI was the first script I took wide under Samurai, working for my own company. We got a lot of attention on the project, so I'm not surprised to find people still talking about it months later. I deeply believe in this project; I know it's a movie.
Now let's rock 2011...
Monday, December 20, 2010
Saturday, December 11, 2010
Stir Crazy
I am a restless dude by nature. That doesn't mean I'm always moving around or anything. But, unless I'm writing, sleeping or watching a movie, I am almost never home. Work and meetings keep me out of the lair most of the time. Even if I'm just reading scripts or working on notes, though, I'll typically hit a coffee shop. Over the past year, my daily migrations have become defined by wi-fi connections. Since I live in Los Angeles, they are plentiful.
I once had a conversation with a friend in which he described how awesome it would be to have a big house in the middle of nowhere, with a great kitchen, and a kick-ass rec room with a giant TV and shit. I told him all of that sounded cool, but I'd much rather have a smaller place that's within walking distance of restaurants and theaters. I need to get out, do new stuff, and not sit around staring at the same walls.
This accident I was in gave me a severe ankle sprain, though. I can't ride. Shit, I can't walk without crutches. I'm getting better; the recovery is continuing apace. Everything I have heard and read, though, warns against getting impatient and rushing to get off the crutches. The only true cure for a sprain is rest and time. If you deny yourself either, you'll just fuck it right back up, ironically lengthening the recovery time. Since I want to get back into action as soon as possible, I'm heeding these warnings.
That said, I have been forced for the first time in a very, very long time to stick close to home. Luckily, I have my own business, and the work of that business is primarily done with a laptop, an internet connection and the phone. Thus: not only is my work unaffected, I'm actually getting even more done than usual. The inability to wander around LA has increased my personal productivity on all fronts.
Which is all well and good, but it's a situation that is antithetical to my nature.
By week three, I was REALLY going nuts. This past week, however, I feel as if I've turned the corner in terms of the mental game. Every day, I read HAGAKURE, and I have been focusing on that samurai discipline to help get my mind off what I don't have -- the ability to go out -- and acclimate to what I do have, which is a golden opportunity to get shit done without distraction.
Sure, I miss the gym. But I'm doing so many push-ups that I'm getting a definition I didn't have before. No, I can't write at hipster coffee houses, but in the past thirty days, I've finished a polish draft of one script, done a page-one rewrite on a second and gotten close to wrapping the first draft of a third... All while hustling and developing Samurai MK projects all day.
My point is: sometimes life throws you into a situation that seems like a pain in the ass. But if you stop crying about it and just adjust to the new normal, you'll likely find benefits you would never have otherwise noticed. Not to say I have no longer have any interest in my motorcycle, my gym and coffee shops, but if it takes another month before I'm walking again, I'll be okay.
I once had a conversation with a friend in which he described how awesome it would be to have a big house in the middle of nowhere, with a great kitchen, and a kick-ass rec room with a giant TV and shit. I told him all of that sounded cool, but I'd much rather have a smaller place that's within walking distance of restaurants and theaters. I need to get out, do new stuff, and not sit around staring at the same walls.
This accident I was in gave me a severe ankle sprain, though. I can't ride. Shit, I can't walk without crutches. I'm getting better; the recovery is continuing apace. Everything I have heard and read, though, warns against getting impatient and rushing to get off the crutches. The only true cure for a sprain is rest and time. If you deny yourself either, you'll just fuck it right back up, ironically lengthening the recovery time. Since I want to get back into action as soon as possible, I'm heeding these warnings.
That said, I have been forced for the first time in a very, very long time to stick close to home. Luckily, I have my own business, and the work of that business is primarily done with a laptop, an internet connection and the phone. Thus: not only is my work unaffected, I'm actually getting even more done than usual. The inability to wander around LA has increased my personal productivity on all fronts.
Which is all well and good, but it's a situation that is antithetical to my nature.
By week three, I was REALLY going nuts. This past week, however, I feel as if I've turned the corner in terms of the mental game. Every day, I read HAGAKURE, and I have been focusing on that samurai discipline to help get my mind off what I don't have -- the ability to go out -- and acclimate to what I do have, which is a golden opportunity to get shit done without distraction.
Sure, I miss the gym. But I'm doing so many push-ups that I'm getting a definition I didn't have before. No, I can't write at hipster coffee houses, but in the past thirty days, I've finished a polish draft of one script, done a page-one rewrite on a second and gotten close to wrapping the first draft of a third... All while hustling and developing Samurai MK projects all day.
My point is: sometimes life throws you into a situation that seems like a pain in the ass. But if you stop crying about it and just adjust to the new normal, you'll likely find benefits you would never have otherwise noticed. Not to say I have no longer have any interest in my motorcycle, my gym and coffee shops, but if it takes another month before I'm walking again, I'll be okay.
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