Thursday, November 19, 2009

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.

Saturday, November 15, 2008

Saturday

Time: 1537
Place: the couch in Layla's apartment, bronxville, by
Mood: fair with gusts of hope
Weather: grey with touches of gray

Grandfather,

This is not a weekend to live literally or vicariously, though there
cetainlt is something to be said for triumphing in the face of the
difficult and vexing, but certainly, you faces your own tribulations
this week, and deserve a weekend of rest and relaxation.

I have just returned from IKEA where I marveled at the ingenuity of
the Swedes and also, at seeing gas prices below two dollars. Crazy
things happening in New Jersey.

Have lots of puppet building to do, so news will be light today. Glad
to hear you are healthy again.

Love,

Eric Ugland

Friday, November 14, 2008

Friday

Time: 7:18
Place: starbucks, Bronxville
Mood: hopeful
Weather: wet and lukecold

Grandfather,

The end of another scholastic week. I have found myself in something
of a sticky situation, having gotten a little behind in my work, and
now I have to throw on some serious elbow grease and make this weekend
a work weekend, and by weekend, I mean Sunday. A work Sunday.

Hope you are feeling well.

Love,

Eric Ugland

Monday, November 10, 2008

Monday

Time: 2152
Location: the back patio, Pub, Sarah Lawrence college, Bronxville, NY
Mood: fair
Weather: clear skies, cold air

Grandfather,

Well, I feel a bit foolish, having sent the past few emails to an address that was, sadly, incorrect. Problem solved, I daresay.

This evening finds things in my neck of the woods quite well. I have a play due tonight, and I fear I will miss the deadline, but the deadline is more of a soft target, not the absolute end time. I started writing the play this evening, after a couple of days of gestation. My writing routine has been somewhat non existent of late, for no particular reason, so it is a little difficult to hop back into the swing of things. In the serious two hours I worked, I got ten pages done, which is no small feat, but ultimately is below the level to which I have performed in the past.

I am currently on a bit of a break as I sit in the brisk night air at the mid point of a stroll. So many tricks and tilts I use to free up my mind, to get it to focus more keenly on the worlds I am trying to populate and the stories I am trying to weave. In a certain respect, it is thoroughly exhausting, and exciting. Really flying in the world of a play is something I lack the appropriate vocabulary to describe, but it is, and I use the proper form here, Awesome. Striking awe into me.

I am going back to work now, and hope your day is full of delights.

Love,
Eric Ugland

Saturday, November 08, 2008

Saturday (part 2)

Location: bottom floor, Grand Central Station, Manhattan
Time: 1305
Mood: fair, with mild low pressure zones
Weather: rainy, cool

Grandfather,

Due to unforseen complications (weather et. al) I did not end up attending any of the museums initially intended. However, it has been a fascinating examination of human nature, which is, in and of itself, a museum experience.

Love,
Eric

Saturday

Time: 1039
Location: Starbucks on 6th Ave and 21 St, Manhattan
Mood: fair to hopeful, with gusts into happiness
Weather: cool and Grey, but warmer than average

Grandfather,

Today, I am in the city. People around here call New York City, The City, which, in the context of this geographical area, makes sense. I am planning to visit some of the fine museums in this city today. Ideally, the Metropolitan Museum of Art, the Natural History Museum, and the Museum of Modern Art. Quite a large helping of Art (note the capital A), but sometimes that can be good, getting to that point where one can be overwhelmed by the creativity of others, and you can stop judging yourself and let loose on the canvas of your choice.

In terms of being creative, I am having some difficulty putting this puppet show together, for whatever reason, I haven't been able to make it coalesce into a state I am happy with. The prospect of toy theatre has increased in me, when I first began thinking of it, I was a little put off. Moving things about a miniature stage? It seems a little ridiculous, but what about theatre doesn't have a hint of the ludicrous about it, that generally seems to be the art and theatre that most attracts and compels me. As I get more into things, I start to see the potential in it, and just wish I had the time and resources to take things to the level that I can see in my mind, not to mention the general construction and engineering skill to make things happen. I will send you some pictures of the theatre I built tomorrow, in order that you might have a better understanding of this undertaking.

In terms of classes, life is good. Maybe even grand. I am truly challenged by eighty percent of my classes, and find myself engaged in the ideas we discussed in class outside of class too. In particular, we had a rousing debate on the definition and quality of "Art". What is Art? Is such a difficult question to answer. Can one categorize art as inherently good or bad? Does Art require a meaning identifiable across multiple people? Does the author/creator's intent matter? I mean, ultimately these are personal answers, that will likely differ between each and every person. I know that I am still in a state where I cannot provide a concrete answer to any of those questions, and I find that as I experience more and see more and make more, I am increasingly unable to put together a solid answer.

Hope all is well over there on the Left.

Love,
Eric

Sunday, October 12, 2008

Arthur Miller

"Without alienation, there can be no politics.

My conception of the audience is of a public each member of which is carrying about with him what he thinks is an anxiety, or a hope, or a preoccupation which is his alone and isolates him from mankind; and in this respect at least the function of a play is to reveal him to himself so that he may touch others by virtue of the revelation of his mutuality with them. If only for this reason I regard the theater as a serious business, one that makes or should make man more human, which is to say, less alone.

Look, we're all the same; a man is a fourteen-room house—in the bedroom he's asleep with his intelligent wife, in the living-room he's rolling around with some bareass girl, in the library he's paying his taxes, in the yard he's raising tomatoes, and in the cellar he's making a bomb to blow it all up.

If you complain of people being shot down in the streets, of the absence of communication or social responsibility, of the rise of everyday violence which people have become accustomed to, and the dehumanization of feelings, then the ultimate development on an organized social level is the concentration camp… . The concentration camp is the final expression of human separateness and its ultimate consequence. It is organized abandonment.

A good newspaper, I suppose, is a nation talking to itself.

Maybe all one can do is hope to end up with the right regrets.

Success, instead of giving freedom of choice, becomes a way of life. There's no country I've been to where people, when you come into a room and sit down with them, so often ask you, "What do you do?" And, being American, many's the time I've almost asked that question, then realized it's good for my soul not to know. For a while! Just to let the evening wear on and see what I think of this person without knowing what he does and how successful he is, or what a failure. We're ranking everybody every minute of the day.

By whatever means it is accomplished, the prime business of a play is to arouse the passions of its audience so that by the route of passion may be opened up new relationships between a man and men, and between men and Man. Drama is akin to the other inventions of man in that it ought to help us to know more, and not merely to spend our feelings.

A playwright … is … the litmus paper of the arts. He's got to be, because if he isn't working on the same wave length as the audience, no one would know what in hell he was talking about. He is a kind of psychic journalist, even when he's great.

The closer a man approaches tragedy the more intense is his concentration of emotion upon the fixed point of his commitment, which is to say the closer he approaches what in life we call fanaticism."