Thank you for the meeting, gentlemen. I appreciate the extra effort it took to navigate through the back alleys to meet me, and if you would return those prepaid cell-phones you used to contact me, we can all get started.

I think my screenplay, Blog.0 has what it takes to make a real splash in the burgeoning northern-Indiana film scene. It took a lot of blood, cold sweats and tears to finish -a ton frankly- but I think it’s worth it. It’s special to me because it’s my realest work, unflinching in its truthful depictions of what really makes each and every one of us tick and completely snap today. I looked to my real life for inspiration and put together a script about, love, struggle, and the jarring effect of a murder on the already fragile psyche of an unemployed blogger with a harrowing goofball addiction.

Truth is every writer’s goal, and what could be more truthful than real life? Just take the third scene, right where Jason calls his brother for advice after his blog becomes internationally acclaimed and also to ask his brother if he still has that chainsaw, or at the very least, something saw-like lying around. Parts of that was based on a real call I had with my brother! Taking life experiences and finding the truth in them can really make your writing pop. I cannot stress enough, however, that the murder of Jason’s elderly and stupid jerk neighbor, old man Sullivan, is just a metaphor about, I don’t know, ambition or something.

I took some creative license with my own life to make the movie that much more relatable. For example, Jason’s loving and sexually compatible girlfriend, Raquel is based on that cute waitress at Denny’s, and old man Sullivan, whose repeated insistence that he didn’t have any goofballs pushed one failing blogger to the edge, is not based on anyone. That one was purely a fictional character, just like Goofball Vinny.

It’s best to write what you know as they always say, which is why I wrote about the emotional turmoil and moral ambiguity in the fast-paced world of competitive blogging. Though as far as the scene where Jason awakens from his goofball induced high to find old man Sullivan dead in the aftermath of an otherwise innocuous punching-contest goes, that’s more the exception to the rule. Just so we’re clear though, that refers to a literary rule and not any sort of “legal rule” or “law”.

I remember when I wrote that scene, actually: it was exactly between one and three AM on Thursday, February 18th, in a public venue. In fact, I was basically just writing there the whole time, for a few hours before and after too. It’s funny how those little details stick with you with absolute certainty.
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