Saturday, December 12, 2009

Updating

Time: 1:04 AM
Location: 125th street AC station
Weather: Cold. Damn cold.
Mood: Good. Tired



It's been a bit of time since I've written. The new job has certainly been taking it's toll, and tonight marks the end of two weeks on my own sans supervision. I think I did okay. A few mistakes here and there.



A cop just came and removed a man from the platform. Not in a physical way, just walked down and asked the man something, then walked him up the stairs. I have headphones in, rocking out to the band The Whitest Boy Alive, so I'm not exactly sure what is going on. Drama! Woo!

Anywho, with the return of the boss, I'm hoping I can get a bit more done on my personal projects. I've really been neglecting the script I'm supposed to be writing for the musical. Tomorrow I'm really going to focus on it.

Okay, hoppin' on the train and heading home. Damn. Wrong train.



The kids waiting for their friend.

Thursday, December 03, 2009

Adventures In The Post Office

Time: 1117
Location: Bushwick Post Office
Weather: Abnormally warm and sunny
Mood: Same as above




In order to facilitate my writing of a graphic novel, I ordered a few books from Amazon.com, but the package was too large to fit through the mail slot at home, meaning I had to venture to the post office to pick it up.

I don't like my post office. There's always a line of people, most of them are very vocal about complaining, but I can throw in my earbuds and wait with musical aplomb. Today, however, one woman came in exceptionally upset because the postal worker who delivers her mail only delivers the odd side of the street when her disability check is cut meaning it takes her an extra day to get her money. Apparently she comes to the post office every month to, "raise sand to get her money."

Today, she went from ringing the bell and asking to see a supervisor to jangling her keys in the metal tray and yelling for someone to see her to verbally assaulting the postal workers and saying she wished she had a smoke bomb to throw through the window, capping it off by saying she wanted to find a door to the back so she could kick it down and spit in all their dumb faces because it's the moat disgusting thing you can do.

Though tempted to stay and watch the police come for her, but I decided it was more important to get to work...

Wednesday, December 02, 2009

The Stories Of Their Lives

Time: 9 and change AM
Location: uptown A train
Weather: cold but clear
Mood: discombobulated


I hope I'm not the only one who does this, watching and analyzing the people around me, my brain makes up their stories, regardless of my desire. My classmate James was keen on saying that humans will overlay meaning on random events, that we had no real choice in the matter. We try and make stories.

It makes sense. In many ways, one could explain a lot of religion that way. All anthropomorphism.

But me, I make up their lives. I make snap judgements (which I realize are most likely incorrect, but I do it anyway...).

Is this a product of writing? Of creating? Or does everyone play this game?



The blonde in the foreground was escorted on the train by an older man who acted rather strangely. Part of me wanted to say theirs was a prostitute-John situation, but ultimately it didn't quite fit. She wasn't jaded enough, she seemed more prone to being intrigued with the world around her, and also a little unsure of where she was. I decided she's new to the city, having come from an eastern European country. She's a modern mail order bride, and when the man knocked on the window to tell her "three" he was telling her how many dresses he wanted her to buy today.

Anyway... Glimpse into my fevered brain. Mail order brides fascinate me, and perhaps I'll look I to that next.

Thursday, November 19, 2009

Frustration Station

Time: 1034
Location: A train to Bed Stuy
Weather: rainy. Cold
Mood: frustrated

Okay, so, tonight was a rough one in some respects. So, some of you may know that I recently accepted a full time job with a theatre in Northern Manhattan (read Harlem), and while I was very excited, the commute is getting me down. An hour, or more, each way. The biggest issue has been waiting for the train. At times, I've waited longer for a train than riding it... Maybe I'll go buy a car...

In other news, I have developed this voyeuristic desire to take pictures if couples on the subway, especially in this quad camera format in order to view their interactions over time. Here's a sequence:


















Cute. People over time. What particularly interests me is how people move and when they move. I know it seems like they just closer and more cuddly, but these pictures are spread out over the journey from the Village to Bed Stuy, and there are quite a few where the couple just doesn't move. At all. Staring straight ahead into nothingness. But there's the comfort there, this sense of physical closeness and a capability to enjoy another's body. They also never said a word while they were on the train. I admit to being a bit incredulous about the girl, she seems disconcertingly young. But I find it hard to accurately judge the age of anyone, especially females.

NYC Horror Fest Par-Tay of Horror!


Time: 1125
Location: the F train. En route to Manhattan
Weather: cold and wet, but muggy underground
Mood: cranky with gusts of bleh

Last night was the opening night party for the New York City Horror Film Festival. I attended the event, and I had a pretty good time. I met some really interesting people from all walks of life, including David Cross who is looking very beardy these days, and if the tears in his eyes were any indication, he's not a fan of bottom shelf tequila. Only the best for Mr. Cross.

The party was fashionably late, the doors opening almost an hour into the free beer hour. It's an interesting change to have the party late instead of the guests. BLVD, the venue, is a very swanky place. I can see why it's an in demand club location. Strategically placed booths, beautiful bartenders, and that magic combination of dance floor and bar where neither overpowers the space.

The live bands were pretty good, but I was looking forward to Witches in Bikinis (yes, a band). However, due to the late start, their drummer bailed and when I left, they had yet to go on, and it wasn't likely they would be going on...

If any of you are in the NYC area, this festival has some great things in store. I will be there most nights this week, hoping to get my socks scared off.

Oh, and best of luck to my new friend Nathan Cox who's film premieres tonight.

Now:




Wednesday, November 18, 2009

Time: 825
Location: the Bowery
Weather: cold and overcast
Mood: mildly bored




Forgive the shoddy photo, but the iPhone is not built for low light situations. This, dear reader, is the long line outside the Ultra Lounge in the Bowery where the opening night party is supposed to be. However, it seems that things are off to a bit of a slow start, and so we are waiting outside and schmoozing in the cold. Good thing it hasn't started raining. Was that a drop...?

A Progression of Love

7:40
On the J:










Your thoughts?

Just an update


To start, I have to just say that one of the most depressing aspects of the subway is that it looks the same at six am:



As it does at six pm:



Full disclosure, that last picture was taken at five pm, but I figure it's close enough.

Today, I am headed to the opening night party atfor the New York Horror Film Festival. As usual, the plus one that was so nicely given to me is going unused. I'm not exactly sure why I have such difficulty giving people free stuff, but I do. Despite the fact that horror films are not my genre of choice (years of being scared of the dark), I'm excited to see some independent horror films. I think they, moreso than many other film genres, have a real capablity to shed light on the views and feelings of contemporary society. What a culture defines as scary seems to be very telling, at least to me.

Okay, I will write more later, post-party writeup.

Monday, November 16, 2009

Building Up


Boy howdy, I seem to spend a lot of my time on trains these days; though would imagine that's the lot of the New Yorker. Or Londoner. Or, you get the idea.

Today, I'm going to talk a little about writing. Sometimes, the easiest way to begin writing something is to, as I call it, "Build it Up". This refers to a process of ever increasing blips of information. This is going to be a little hard to just describe, so I'm going to try my best to illustrate with a few ideas of my own here and there. Feel free to follow along at home. Or wherever you read this...

You start with an idea, a single sentence or a paragraph, maybe even just a collection of words or images or a theme you're interested in. I was listening to my iPhone the other day on shuffle, and there was a happy accident in the song order, and there were a number of rock songs sung by women in a row, and I thought, "I'd like to write a rock musical with female leads." That's my starting point, a rock musical for ladies.

I build that up by asking what the story is. In this case, this is also hitting me at a point where I'm still exploring adaptation and culturally relevant ideas from the past. I wanted to attach rock music and modern ideas to the story of something from ages past. So, I sat down and started reading fairytales, especially ones that have a female protagonist or have a high number of females as major characters. I came back with a little list, "Rapunzel", "Rumplestiltskin", "the twelve dancing princesses" and so on. All three of the stories mentioned really resonated with me, but I whittled the first two ou because they just didn't feel quite right. Rapunzel is an incredibly epic and disturbing tale, involving rape, pedophilia and kidnapping (at least the original version does) and while I'm intrigued, I didn't feel the music I was listening to (P!nk, Kelly Clarkson, et al) fit that tale.

I did, however, establish a connection with the twelve dancing princesses, especially after speaking to my comrade, Aub. I decided I would focus on contemporizing this tale. First, I had to find a modern analogy to a princess. While one can find a princess these days, it's difficult to find multiples, and they don't have the same cultural significance they had in the Grimm times. These days, I'd be more inclined to look at the girls you see on MTV's "My Sweet Sixteen," the eloi girls entrenched amongst the hyper-wealthy. Then, 12 is a pretty big number, and a tough place to start a cast size. 5. 5 dancing eloi perhaps. Or the five dancing socialites. Five sisters, the daughters of an exceptionally wealthy and right wing conservative father.

So then, we have a bit more of a concrete structure. It's not just a theme, I've expresssed some ideas, I've got notions of character, and in this case, an easy frame to build out from, the original fairytale itself. A little tweaking here and there and I have the foundation and the building can begin.

The next step is writing out the story, just the quick two page version, writing down all the elements that occur, but in a general way, not covering all the emotional aspects, just the facts Dragnet style. Jack confronts Lisa about her drinking.

From there, you put together a list of scenes, going through the whole play and writing what happens where and between whom. Jack and Lisa have an altercation in Lisa's living room.

Expand on the scene list, writing each beat that transpires in each scene. Jack enters, Lisa is already there. Small talk gives way to Jack berating Lisa about drinking. Lisa doesn't defend herself, until Jack makes a particularly biting insult. Lisa accuses Jack of irrational outbursts. Jack counters and we discover Jack's family has a history of alcoholism. And so on... Until the scene is completed in beats. Once that's done for the whole play, it's relatively easy to just fill in the dialogue.

Each step is just an incremental build from the last one, so it really never feels as difficult as trying to just sit down and crank out an entire script from the get go.

As I said, I don't write the same way for each project, sometimes I build it up, others it's just a perpetual blank page. For me it depends wholly on the story in question.

On a completely different note, here's where I ate lunch:



And here's what I had:



And this is right now:



A-Train.

Camera Questions

For a hot second, I enjoyed the sent from my iPhone tagged onto the bottom of each post, but I don't anymore. So, goin to take it off. No need to advertise for Apple until they start paying me.

To continue this iPhone chatter, the camera seems to have developed a strange little quirk in which it adds a healthy glow to light sources in frame.



I'm not sure why it is. I think it has been part of the phone since I got it. This phone is a replacement of my original, which stopped working in September. Anyway, the photo above is a good example, and while it's a little annoying, part of me likes the effect.

Bonus points if you can guess the station.

Sunday, November 15, 2009

Evil evil hipster




It might be a little hard to see in the picture, but this hipster tart seems to have slaughtered a muppet in order to have her swanky green jacket. I have half a mind to organize a PETM protest, and tosses buckets of foam all over her. Color picture below.




- from my iPhone

Saturday, November 14, 2009

An update

So, some cool news: I'm working on a new project that really excites me, a graphic novel. As I get deeper into the process, I will release more details about it, but for the moment, it's safer to say it is a growing project if which I am a co-creator. It's a noir/detective story set in a post-steampunk gilded age New York City, and explores some interesting themes of society and villainy.

The Brett & Hogarth graphic novel is being put on hold for the time being, as it needs some re-evaluation.

I'm working on writing the book to a musical, and I think it's going to be fun. As above, I will write more about the actualities once I'm further into the process, right now it's in a real gestative state, I don't want to put a lot of pressure on it.

I will be covering the New York City Horror Film Festival for GuestofaGuest, which means, if you're there, we can meet. I will also be happy to talk there about my latest screenplay which is a horror film (obvs) about a Hell House and right wing Christians. I, for one, am pumped about this opportunity, I will have a press pass and get to see a multitude of films and hopefully meet some exceptional people.

Finally, it's nanowrimo, and though I wished to be a participant; it appears some things have thrown that idea off course. I am still working on my novel and rewriting my novel, trying to get the rewrite done soon to take advantage of some interest in the novel from outside sources.

On a different note, I just found a blogger app for my iPhone, so I feel confident saying I will be writing quite a bit more regularly.

The next post I write is going to examine the manner in which I, and some other writers/artists I know experience and deal with allowing our creations out into the world. It can be a heart-wrenching process riddling one's self with doubt.

Play well out there!

Right now:


- from my iPhone

Wednesday, October 28, 2009

Mediums

I'm not a medium. I don't speak to the dead, and if you ever meet me,
you'll notice that there isn't a last time I wore a medium. Right now,
I'm sitting in this awesome diner with a shirt on that fits loose
around the waist and stomach but tight around the chest. What cut of
shirt is this? Who is this supposed to fit well? Chicken men? What is
a chicken man? That makes no sense. I'm sorry.

I'm writing this to discuss mediums in storytelling. While I believe
that everyone has a story and can tell a story, I don't think that
every story works equally well in each medium. Certain things work as
movies, some as plays, some as novels. I think there are many tales
which fail because they've been place into a style which doesn't
accentuate the positive so much as bring about the elements which
don't work well. So how does one choose what style to write in? What
elements work for a novel but not for a play? All of these will be
explored at length in the rest of the posts this week. I will examine
the novel, the graphic novel, the screenplay and the stageplay and
disuse what I feel are the strengths and weaknesses of each form, as
well as hopefully pointing out successful examples.

If you just can't get enough of my ramblings, please follow me over at guestofaguest.com
, where I have become a regular writer for them.

Final bit of news, I've been working as a PA/driver for a Tollywood
film (think Bollywood but based in southern India and the Tamil
language). It has been an eye opening and hair tearing experience. I
will probably write about it later when I have a bit more distance.

Wednesday, October 21, 2009

News and ideas

Sometimes people ask me where I gen my ideas. I'm sure, if you're a
creative person, you have been asked it too. I never really know how
to answer, and I'm not going to try to now.

What I am more interested in talking about is this news story I read
this morning. There's this girl in Virginia who has gone missing after
goin to a Metallica concert on Saturday night. She's a twenty year old
Virginia Tech education major.

I find I am intriuged with this story. I want to know what happened,
and for her to come home safe, but my mind is also spinnig with how to
turn this into a screenplay. Is there a filmmable story here? And if
so, what tack to take? Did this girl get taken? Was she kidnapped and
thrown in a tent in someone's backyard? Did she meet a roadie and fall
in love? Has she been sleeping on a tour bus? Was she abducted by
aliens? Maybe she was sold into slavery and headed to the middle East
to be a concubine for some wealthy sheik... All of these could be
fascinating stories, but which is the right and tactful place to take
this...?

Project rundown part one

Okay, so, the first thing on my creative plate is to write the book to
a musical. This is a collaboration with a man I haven't worked with
before, but I'm excited about the project. Basically, it's a piece
that can be performed in any bar willing to accomodate it, it happens
in real time, is adjudicated by a storyteller/narrator, and has a
choose your own adventure sensability to it, allowing for different
paths to be explored at different moral points. I think it will be a
cast of five or six, aiming for an even gender breakdown. That's about
all I think I can say at present. I'm aiming for a comedy, and I know
the story, but I'll keep that card close to the vest for now.

Monday, October 19, 2009

It's time

Time: 2:50 pm
Location: J subway to Manhattan
Weather: cool, but sunny
Mood: cool, but sunny

So, as my life path begins to coalesce into something, I'm going to
pursue this blog more seriously, so begin expecting new posts on a
regular basis.

This blog will now be focusing on my journey as a writer. What I do on
a day to day basis to pursue my dreams. I'll write about my research
here, any tips I pick up from other writers and all that sort of
material.

So, let me put myself out on the table. I write plays, screenplays and
novels. I did write poetry, but I'm not really interested in pursuing
that any longer. I am adding journalism to my writing bits. I guess
you could call that non-fiction, but where's the fun in that.

I have two computers at present, both macs. I write screenplays and
stageplays with FinalDraft 7, and write my novels with Scrivener. I
usually do a lot of writing by hand in moleskine notebooks, especially
useful on the subway. Currently, I'm trying to get my novel into a
publishable state. I'm writing a new musical to be performed in bars,
writing a screen version of a friend's one man show, and starting on
my second novel. I also write a lot of SEO articles, which are Search
Engine Optimization texts designed to bring more googlers to your
site. It can be pretty mind numbing.

Okay, so, next post will deal with the exact natures of the projects
I'm invovled in.

Tuesday, August 04, 2009

It's been a while

Boy howdy.

Just today I was reminded how remiss I have been in putting together things to read on my little blog here. The last time I wrote in this little public journal, I was just graduating school. Now I have graduated and spent the summer at Vassar College with the Powerhouse Theatre Program as an Artist in Residence. Which was exceptionally exciting and challenging, and a place where I learned an immense amount, both about theatre and, more importantly, about myself.

That said, now the real experiment and adventure is happening. I hope y'all like this portion of the adventure. Oh, and you can head over to my website and check that out. Soon I hope to have these two linked up.

web.me.com/ericugland

Friday, May 15, 2009

The end of times the beginning of true adventure

I find it hard to comprehend that this adventure is over. That this
education is complete. I'm just not sure what this all means. I have a
masters of fine arts in theatre. A terminal degree from a
distinguished institution, and I am seemingly back where I started.
Where do I go from here? All I know is, right now I don't want to
leave, but I'm excited to see where I'm going.