“A process which led from the amoebae to man appeared to the philosophers to be obviously a progress – though whether the amoebae would agree with this opinion is not known.” – Bertrand Russell
And so begins another screenwriting blog in the blog-o-sphere. And somewhere, I do truly hope, an angel is also getting its wings.
Like a baby reaching its head out through the sticky muck of that lady business we lovingly refer to as the birth canal, Dane and I extend ourselves forward and take that next necessary step for every artist. Namely, shameless self-promotion. In blog form, preferably, because it’s easier than pinning a sign to our backs and walking around Hollywood Boulevard while blowing kisses to the tourists who ogle at our struggle from the comfort of their open-roofed tour vans, nudging each other as they whisper with glee, “Hell, look at those show-biz wackos! Anything for attention, I guess.”
And sure, there’s not a lot of things Dane and I wouldn’t do for attention. There was that time in Tahiti when we exposed our naughty bits to a prison guard who also happened to be the great-great grandson of a prominent Chicago liquor baron, and the time we drove through downtown Wichita in a stolen ice cream truck blaring the theme song to the Dick Van Dyke show while the cops chased us at ten miles an hour, but these acts are merely childish hijinks when compared with our great ambition of daring to one day be successful, working screenwriters.
All joking aside, however, I’d like to take this opportunity to welcome any and all writers and artists to join us as we too navigate the world of professional screenwriting and share whatever wisdom we can glean from late night Internet surfing, chance encounters with wildly successful filmmakers, musings from other brave souls also trying to carve some space in this industry, and our own zany experiences trying to make a living in this town.
Oh yeah. And from writing actual screenplays, of course.
Welcome to the Tiny Protagonist.