Story by Robert McKee

Usually during lunch time I like to read books, screenwriting books at that. In fact, every now and then I have tweeted about this book, recommending it to everyone. Now just because I think this is a great resource, it doesn’t mean it’s the only one; there is no “right” guide to becoming a  screenwriter. One needs to write and read as many books from different perspective to mold the path that works for you.

But what I wanted to share with you all is what Robert McKee mentioned on one of the last chapters, and this I found very powerful and true:

If you shortcut the process and rush straight to screenplay from outline, the truth is that your first draft is not a screenplay, it’s a surrogate treatment—a narrow, unexplored, unimprovised, tissue thin treatment.

Until Next Time,



Happy Thanksgiving

For all those slaving in the kitchen today, good luck.

For those bringing in the booze, make sure they are really good.

For those bringing desserts, make sure they are all sweet and delish.

For all those that are just eating, make sure you thank everyone else and appreciate their hard work.

And for everyone reading this, Happy Thanksgiving!

Rise of the Guardians

I don’t know about you but I dig animated movies and series, so of course I am looking forward to watching this tomorrow. I know we can’t judge a book by its cover but c’mon! The trailer so far looks great. Let’s just hope the movie is that good 🙂

Here’s to hoping!


It Comes With Age

As I was reading this week’s prompt, Eustace and Muriel from Courage the Cowardly Dog came to mind. Why? I’m not sure but I hope you enjoy 🙂


“Muriel, have you seen my glasses?” Eustace said as he began to look through the piles of papers on the desk.

Now Eustace has always been the type of man who does not want to accept that he’s getting old, and if I tell him how they are on top of his head, he might mumble.

So I do the next best thing, I stand up, placing my needles and yarn to the side, and walk to the door as I said, “I think they might be under the desk.”

And as I walk out of the room I hear a ‘thud,’ he mumbles, and at that moment I really tried not to laugh.

Nothing but a Dreamer

I have always been known as a dreamer. Love stories have been my weak point.

You know those endings  with the two best friends confessing their love for one another?

I thought that one day that was going to be our ending–our ever after.

But when you brought her over for the first time. Your eyes were telling me everything, and I did not know what to do–how to act.

And when you pulled me aside and whispered, “She’s the one,” I wanted to run but didn’t.

For I knew this was going to be the last time, I embraced you. I looked at your eyes–for they are the windows to our souls–and knew I couldn’t compete.

I smiled, holding my tears, and said, “I’m happy for you.”

This was not going to be my happy ending but hers.

You were not mine to keep but hers.

A part of me wanted to confess and say just how perfect we were for each other.

I didn’t

We haven’t spoken since. I still can’t accept it.

But the day I come to terms with it , I will visit.

I still believe in happy endings and fairy tales.

But for now, there isn’t one written for me.

Dreading the Silence

I haven’t been able to continue with Julia’s prompts for the past few weeks, but I was able to do it this week. I do hope this was a pleasant read for you. Thanks for reading!

Prompt: …the silence was deafening…

It was one of those moments you know? The ones that you see in movies or experience as a third party.

It was just one of those things you have never thought would happen to you. Or at least not a young age.

But as I sat there in disbelief, everything else slowly started to disappear.

As if in a movie, the camera began to move back slowly, awaiting the FADE OUT.

The resolution.

For that one moment, when everything else stood still, the silence was deafening.

Sure, it was a mere 30 seconds but to me it felt a lifetime.