Well the league of international superwives have not put out the word yet and they are not currently beating a path to my door, mores the pity.
Come on wives where are you all? I'm talking about a lifetime of happiness going cheap to the right punter...
I walked home along the beach in the twilight this evening, the sea calmer than it has been of late, but still mighty in its power. A clear view across Carmarthen Bay and out into the ocean.
I feel lucky when I come back along the beach, the lights of the local town down one end and the local headland at the other. There are some gorgeous beaches around here be that over Gower side or Carmarthenshire and Pembrokeshire.
I have to let you into a secret though, Ceridigion kicks all their butty-bachs.
The beach makes me feel that there is hope and progress to be made. It allows me to feel that despite everything, or maybe in spite of it, it is worth making plans (even though god laughs) and is worth idealising your life, in order to achieve and do the things you want, instead of settling for the grey soup of mundanity.
I was coming back home via the local spit and sawdust gym. We are lucky to have such a place in a relatively small community and it is cheap, run by the members and provides a focal point for many aspects of local life (if you ever need a builder...)
I goto the gym because it sorts my head out, it turns off the noise and lets me see things clearly again, it also helps me sleep deep and wake up excellent. I don't do it to bodybuild, as I'm not that interested in the aesthetics of it, more the discipline and effect.
By the way, all you hordes reading this, if anyone needs a copywriter/ writer/ scriptwriter/ marketer etc, come to me, I'm excellent you know.
Wednesday 31 January 2007
Monday 29 January 2007
I should be so lucky, lucky lucky lucky
As a resting scriptwriter (i'm not resting too much believe me) I was lucky enough to have a very productive day emailing scripts to potential producer partners.
There isn't a day that goes by, when I don't wonder at how much of a boon the internet is. It allows you to communicate with many people at the touch of a button, it allows you to send documents, images, ecards, job applications.
It allows you to access maps, search engines, gaming and those video clips of people doing naughty things with donkeys.
All in all it is a marvellous array of technology. A great leap forward for Min and the children of Min.
Whilst walking around the village I currently living in, I was struck by how in a lot of ways, I am very lucky to live here and that how I know that I won't be staying here that much longer. This both gladdens and saddens me.
As even though each day offers a selection of brilliance and turbulence, the environment, the situation, the citing are all gorgeous, even in the sometimes grey and often cold winter.
The village itself is a really beautiful place and despite the burgeoning amounts of houses bought and kept as holiday homes and second homes here, there is still a real sense of community.
What communities like this need though is the lifeblood of a range of ages, abilities, entrepreneurialism and decent affordable housing for all.
They need to be able to offer something to a broad range of folk, economic viability to their indigenous residents and services contained within their area, in order to cut down upon unneccessary transport and travel.
They also need to be able to retain the local population who are born and bred here, without restricting or denying access to those who are 'outsiders' or 'incomers' be that from other nations (England for example), or from different parts of the same country.
At present they're not managing to do this, the housing market here is beyond the scope of the majority of people born and bred here. And whilst I wouldn't deny the right of those who are not from here, to buy a house here, I can see for myself the effect, firsthand.
Communities like this should not become holiday home ghost towns and yet when out walking I can pass many houses, not all of them large, that have no-one living in them for the vast majority of every year, standing silent, locked up, serving no purpose.
Is the solution free-market capitalism or should small communites take action to ensure that don't become a shell-like replica of what they once were? Is there a bridge between the two, there must be, surely?
What then is the answer? Is there one, or are there many?
There isn't a day that goes by, when I don't wonder at how much of a boon the internet is. It allows you to communicate with many people at the touch of a button, it allows you to send documents, images, ecards, job applications.
It allows you to access maps, search engines, gaming and those video clips of people doing naughty things with donkeys.
All in all it is a marvellous array of technology. A great leap forward for Min and the children of Min.
Whilst walking around the village I currently living in, I was struck by how in a lot of ways, I am very lucky to live here and that how I know that I won't be staying here that much longer. This both gladdens and saddens me.
As even though each day offers a selection of brilliance and turbulence, the environment, the situation, the citing are all gorgeous, even in the sometimes grey and often cold winter.
The village itself is a really beautiful place and despite the burgeoning amounts of houses bought and kept as holiday homes and second homes here, there is still a real sense of community.
What communities like this need though is the lifeblood of a range of ages, abilities, entrepreneurialism and decent affordable housing for all.
They need to be able to offer something to a broad range of folk, economic viability to their indigenous residents and services contained within their area, in order to cut down upon unneccessary transport and travel.
They also need to be able to retain the local population who are born and bred here, without restricting or denying access to those who are 'outsiders' or 'incomers' be that from other nations (England for example), or from different parts of the same country.
At present they're not managing to do this, the housing market here is beyond the scope of the majority of people born and bred here. And whilst I wouldn't deny the right of those who are not from here, to buy a house here, I can see for myself the effect, firsthand.
Communities like this should not become holiday home ghost towns and yet when out walking I can pass many houses, not all of them large, that have no-one living in them for the vast majority of every year, standing silent, locked up, serving no purpose.
Is the solution free-market capitalism or should small communites take action to ensure that don't become a shell-like replica of what they once were? Is there a bridge between the two, there must be, surely?
What then is the answer? Is there one, or are there many?
Sunday 28 January 2007
What makes you happy?
I was asked the other day why I continually write scripts and screenplays when it is apparently so difficult to get paid writing work within the film and television industry?
Why do I continue to write script after script when the levels of rejection, competition, cynicism and negativity are so high?
I write scripts, stories, sketches etc because I love it.
It makes me extremely happy when I am in the moment writing. I can get truly lost within doing the thing and lose track of all time.
Whether this is on my own, or whether this is working with writing partners, it is, along with directing movies, to me, the absolute best job in the world.
That is part of the magic of it. The process of doing, the continual honing of my craft. I don't do it for any kind of approval of my own worth by others and I certainly don't do it for the glamour.
Lol, there is no status or glamour in being a scriptwriter. The old Hollywood joke is about the niave actress who fucked the writer.
I write because it makes me happy.
What makes you happy? What do you love? What can you lose yourself in? Because it is that losing yourself in something that is the key.
I'm not talking about mere daydreaming, i'm talking about 'being in the moment of doing'.
That's the same feeling you get when you play a sport intensely and you experience that magical minute of being completely in the moment, of simultaneously losing yourself to the thing, but also being totally aware of everything around you being on a kind of slow warp time.
I also replied that it's difficult, but not impossible.
Despite lots of competition (isn't there loads of competition in everything, even being a plumber or a bricklayer?) I have been paid a few times now, to develop and write feature film scripts.
Against all the odds of having to teach myself to write scripts, of having very few if any contacts, of starting from absolute scratch, i've done paid feature film writing assignments and have taught scriptwriting in London and Malaysia (amongst others) and I will continue to do so.
Of course I don't only write film scripts, I am churning out 'How To' ebooks (which i'm editing as we speak), I copywrite across web, print etc, but mainly I write Movie scripts.
Lol, this post is turning into a pitch and as a writer 'life's a pitch' but the gist of this is, when reading this, ask yourself what makes you happy?
And if you can answer that fundamental question, do more of it.
Regardless of what it is, regardless of whether anybody else thinks that it's the right thing to be doing, or whether they think that you can make money at it, and regardless whether you are actually any good at it (you'll get better the more you do of it).
None of that matters, what matters is finding happiness for yourself and then going from there.
Why do I continue to write script after script when the levels of rejection, competition, cynicism and negativity are so high?
I write scripts, stories, sketches etc because I love it.
It makes me extremely happy when I am in the moment writing. I can get truly lost within doing the thing and lose track of all time.
Whether this is on my own, or whether this is working with writing partners, it is, along with directing movies, to me, the absolute best job in the world.
That is part of the magic of it. The process of doing, the continual honing of my craft. I don't do it for any kind of approval of my own worth by others and I certainly don't do it for the glamour.
Lol, there is no status or glamour in being a scriptwriter. The old Hollywood joke is about the niave actress who fucked the writer.
I write because it makes me happy.
What makes you happy? What do you love? What can you lose yourself in? Because it is that losing yourself in something that is the key.
I'm not talking about mere daydreaming, i'm talking about 'being in the moment of doing'.
That's the same feeling you get when you play a sport intensely and you experience that magical minute of being completely in the moment, of simultaneously losing yourself to the thing, but also being totally aware of everything around you being on a kind of slow warp time.
I also replied that it's difficult, but not impossible.
Despite lots of competition (isn't there loads of competition in everything, even being a plumber or a bricklayer?) I have been paid a few times now, to develop and write feature film scripts.
Against all the odds of having to teach myself to write scripts, of having very few if any contacts, of starting from absolute scratch, i've done paid feature film writing assignments and have taught scriptwriting in London and Malaysia (amongst others) and I will continue to do so.
Of course I don't only write film scripts, I am churning out 'How To' ebooks (which i'm editing as we speak), I copywrite across web, print etc, but mainly I write Movie scripts.
Lol, this post is turning into a pitch and as a writer 'life's a pitch' but the gist of this is, when reading this, ask yourself what makes you happy?
And if you can answer that fundamental question, do more of it.
Regardless of what it is, regardless of whether anybody else thinks that it's the right thing to be doing, or whether they think that you can make money at it, and regardless whether you are actually any good at it (you'll get better the more you do of it).
None of that matters, what matters is finding happiness for yourself and then going from there.
Saturday 27 January 2007
Quality of Life (Part 1 of many)
Recently I was standing in a supermarket line waiting to pay for a bottle of somesuch, when a bizarre situation occurs.
Behind me, two girls no more than 15, started blowing on my neck and back. At first, being a good upstanding citizen I ignored this, as they giggled and toldl each other that 'I was getting excited' (!?).
It was very pleasurable by the way and I let it continue for a while.
Part of me felt like turning round and saying 'Now look here young lady, i'm old enough to be your Father' and then I wondered if this sort of thing happens to George Clooney? (i'll ask him when I see him).
Meanwhile somewhere in the primal soup of my backbrain the mantra 'hmm pussy' gurgled away. Moralising with myself for even thinking such a thing I turned around and smiled and thanked them for their attention and just walked away, as they wolf-whistled me out of the shop.
Ah to be a creature of desire and apparently desirable, even if those doing the desiring are a prime ticket to prison, do not pass go. Girls who love boys etc.
Talking about desire, the Buddhists say that it is our desires which make us unhappy. I just can't get with that mentality, although it seems to do them a lot of good, as some of the predominantly buddhist countries i've been to, seem, in part, to have things relatively sussed (relatively speaking).
To me, life is about what you want and how are going to get it? This may seem crass to some folks reading this (hello my number one fan, my only fan..) but apply it to your life and see the immense possibility of what you can achieve just by acting upon your innate desires.
And no, I am no longer talking about being chatted up by 15 year old girls here.
True, some days you'll be up and down like a rollercoaster. It can be difficult to sustain goals and the like in the face of news, negativity, other people's bullshit etc, but if you formualte a plan (goals) and put it into action, you will win, most of the time.
So, if you are slightly older than 15 and you want to wolf-whistle, join the queue lady (All attention greatly received).
Behind me, two girls no more than 15, started blowing on my neck and back. At first, being a good upstanding citizen I ignored this, as they giggled and toldl each other that 'I was getting excited' (!?).
It was very pleasurable by the way and I let it continue for a while.
Part of me felt like turning round and saying 'Now look here young lady, i'm old enough to be your Father' and then I wondered if this sort of thing happens to George Clooney? (i'll ask him when I see him).
Meanwhile somewhere in the primal soup of my backbrain the mantra 'hmm pussy' gurgled away. Moralising with myself for even thinking such a thing I turned around and smiled and thanked them for their attention and just walked away, as they wolf-whistled me out of the shop.
Ah to be a creature of desire and apparently desirable, even if those doing the desiring are a prime ticket to prison, do not pass go. Girls who love boys etc.
Talking about desire, the Buddhists say that it is our desires which make us unhappy. I just can't get with that mentality, although it seems to do them a lot of good, as some of the predominantly buddhist countries i've been to, seem, in part, to have things relatively sussed (relatively speaking).
To me, life is about what you want and how are going to get it? This may seem crass to some folks reading this (hello my number one fan, my only fan..) but apply it to your life and see the immense possibility of what you can achieve just by acting upon your innate desires.
And no, I am no longer talking about being chatted up by 15 year old girls here.
True, some days you'll be up and down like a rollercoaster. It can be difficult to sustain goals and the like in the face of news, negativity, other people's bullshit etc, but if you formualte a plan (goals) and put it into action, you will win, most of the time.
So, if you are slightly older than 15 and you want to wolf-whistle, join the queue lady (All attention greatly received).
Friday 26 January 2007
Legitimate Film and Television Contacts
I find myself at present stuck in a no man's land, between the hundreds of emerging filmmakers that I know and the legitimate industry.
My problem is not a lack of contacts, it's having very few legit. established contacts who have access to real budgets and who can greenlight projects.
This means that sustaining a career is proving difficult, I've been paid to write a few scripts but i'm still finding it very difficult to capitalise upon that.
I've lost track of the amount of projects that I've been involved with that have gone nowhere. It's par for the course and so is, the scrum towards 'getting paid well for doing what i've trained for and doing it really well'.
That is the Scriptwriter's lot and you have to except that you are often the recipient of the whims of other's, both in terms of all the rejections you get, but also what you are paid to write, when you are a writer for hire.
Hence why occassionally I make my own Movies too (and am stepping up that aspect), because I know a lot of other filmmaker's who love my writing but don't want to make it into Movies.
That's not a polite way of rejecting it, it's a truth, they love my writing, it's from a unique voice (mine) and often contains stunning imagery and distinctive characters, dillemmas and damn good storytelling, but it's just not something they want to make.
My problem is not a lack of contacts, it's having very few legit. established contacts who have access to real budgets and who can greenlight projects.
This means that sustaining a career is proving difficult, I've been paid to write a few scripts but i'm still finding it very difficult to capitalise upon that.
I've lost track of the amount of projects that I've been involved with that have gone nowhere. It's par for the course and so is, the scrum towards 'getting paid well for doing what i've trained for and doing it really well'.
That is the Scriptwriter's lot and you have to except that you are often the recipient of the whims of other's, both in terms of all the rejections you get, but also what you are paid to write, when you are a writer for hire.
Hence why occassionally I make my own Movies too (and am stepping up that aspect), because I know a lot of other filmmaker's who love my writing but don't want to make it into Movies.
That's not a polite way of rejecting it, it's a truth, they love my writing, it's from a unique voice (mine) and often contains stunning imagery and distinctive characters, dillemmas and damn good storytelling, but it's just not something they want to make.
The Strange Defeat
Until recently I viewed marriage as a strange kind of defeat. I've now come to see that as a bizarre and baffling attitude.
When I talk about marriage, I mean any long-term commit to relationship, but specifically making that extra commitment to marry in the eyes of God, Terry Wogan and Noddy.
It's potentially weird to deliberately deny yourself a pleasurable situation (said marriage) with someone that you know is right for you, because you feel in some way that this would trap you or confine your very being.
Fair enough if you don't want to marry or even wholeheartedly commit to someone and share your life with them, then that is your perogative, but to actually purposely deny yourself that privilege because it would in some way be too serious is, twp.
Talking of marriage, a guy I know who's a Bricklayer tells me that he is earning one hundred thousand pounds per year brickeying.
If someone had told me when I was a kid working on building sites that I could earn that kind of money building block walls and trowelling, I'd now be pointing you to my website I Build Walls Dot Com.
I don't have the desire in me to actually be a Bricklayer and after all I feel very strongly that you must find out what your true hearts desire is and follow it in order to achieve happiness.
I'm compelled to write scripts and make movies (scripts, sketches, copy, stories etc) much to my father's chagrin, but still my eyes popped just a tad when he told me how much he was earning, particularly when I have been on many a cold building site far too early in the morning many times over and not earnt anything like that doing donkey work for idiots.
Of course the gold rush of the housing market is sputtering in places, stagnating in others and is still rampant in parts, so build 'em while you can and get top dollar for it.
Talking of future plans, look out for my ebooks (coming real soon) selling service and maybe even a new job (something a bit stimulating and remotely interesting).
When I talk about marriage, I mean any long-term commit to relationship, but specifically making that extra commitment to marry in the eyes of God, Terry Wogan and Noddy.
It's potentially weird to deliberately deny yourself a pleasurable situation (said marriage) with someone that you know is right for you, because you feel in some way that this would trap you or confine your very being.
Fair enough if you don't want to marry or even wholeheartedly commit to someone and share your life with them, then that is your perogative, but to actually purposely deny yourself that privilege because it would in some way be too serious is, twp.
Talking of marriage, a guy I know who's a Bricklayer tells me that he is earning one hundred thousand pounds per year brickeying.
If someone had told me when I was a kid working on building sites that I could earn that kind of money building block walls and trowelling, I'd now be pointing you to my website I Build Walls Dot Com.
I don't have the desire in me to actually be a Bricklayer and after all I feel very strongly that you must find out what your true hearts desire is and follow it in order to achieve happiness.
I'm compelled to write scripts and make movies (scripts, sketches, copy, stories etc) much to my father's chagrin, but still my eyes popped just a tad when he told me how much he was earning, particularly when I have been on many a cold building site far too early in the morning many times over and not earnt anything like that doing donkey work for idiots.
Of course the gold rush of the housing market is sputtering in places, stagnating in others and is still rampant in parts, so build 'em while you can and get top dollar for it.
Talking of future plans, look out for my ebooks (coming real soon) selling service and maybe even a new job (something a bit stimulating and remotely interesting).
Thursday 25 January 2007
I should write travel guides me
Here in west Wales where I currently live, it's been a beautiful week. After last week's storms that felt like Thor's hammer, we're back to crisp clear winter weather.
The view out over Carmarthen Bay is to the finger of the Worm's Head up the arm of the Gower Peninsula to the snow-capped peaks of Brest Twrch and Fan Hir (The Carmarthen Vans) on the western edge of the Brecon Beacons Escarpment, all is clear and beautiful.
One of my favourites places in west Wales is the Sawdde Valley, which is at the foot of said western edge of the Black Mountains/ Brecon Beacons escarpment (Up the Tywi Valley to Llandovery and turn right up into the mountains).
I love to go walking there, through the tiny Carmarthenshire lanes that go up and down like a newly-wed's nightie, to the fairy lakes of Llyn yr Fan Fach and Llyn yr Fan Fawr, it's a magical gorgeous place, replete with many rhyns and waterfalls.
Unfortunately I have to get on with some work, as I am putting the finishing touches to two ebooks I have written (editing, re-editing, more editing) and in the midst of setting up an ebooks selling service.
I'm also rewriting another of my Feature Film scripts (I've written Ten Feature Film Scripts, Twenty Short Film Scripts, Sitcom pilots, Soap Opera Scripts, Sketches etc).
But, i'm going up there very soon to see some snow. Oh back to the wife thing, as soon as I promote this blog, i'll be fending them off with a stick, you watch.
I almost said 'beating them off with a stick', but that would be far too adult in nature for your eyes and ears.
The view out over Carmarthen Bay is to the finger of the Worm's Head up the arm of the Gower Peninsula to the snow-capped peaks of Brest Twrch and Fan Hir (The Carmarthen Vans) on the western edge of the Brecon Beacons Escarpment, all is clear and beautiful.
One of my favourites places in west Wales is the Sawdde Valley, which is at the foot of said western edge of the Black Mountains/ Brecon Beacons escarpment (Up the Tywi Valley to Llandovery and turn right up into the mountains).
I love to go walking there, through the tiny Carmarthenshire lanes that go up and down like a newly-wed's nightie, to the fairy lakes of Llyn yr Fan Fach and Llyn yr Fan Fawr, it's a magical gorgeous place, replete with many rhyns and waterfalls.
Unfortunately I have to get on with some work, as I am putting the finishing touches to two ebooks I have written (editing, re-editing, more editing) and in the midst of setting up an ebooks selling service.
I'm also rewriting another of my Feature Film scripts (I've written Ten Feature Film Scripts, Twenty Short Film Scripts, Sitcom pilots, Soap Opera Scripts, Sketches etc).
But, i'm going up there very soon to see some snow. Oh back to the wife thing, as soon as I promote this blog, i'll be fending them off with a stick, you watch.
I almost said 'beating them off with a stick', but that would be far too adult in nature for your eyes and ears.
Wednesday 24 January 2007
A sort of Homecoming
The purpose of this Blog is to find myself a wife, or have a damn good time doing so.
Not an original theme by any means, as many men and women have ventured into these tepid waters before me.
But, but wait. Having recently come out of a long-term love of my life stars in their eyes relationship, which sputtered to many false stops before finally being in the past, I can say that this is indeed a worthwhile venture and one worth reading about.
I am under no delusions whatsoever that this will develop into something beyond just my hunt for a fantastic woman to share my spare change with, but for now let's keep to that.
So, to be going on with:
Evil Genius seeks partner and cohort to take over the world and mould it to our despotic ways. Failing that, to have some really great curries and tell each other knob gags.
Looking for a cross between Lara Croft with a Tinto Brass body (his starlets not the porky maestro) and the wit of Dorothy Parker (well...).
Not an original theme by any means, as many men and women have ventured into these tepid waters before me.
But, but wait. Having recently come out of a long-term love of my life stars in their eyes relationship, which sputtered to many false stops before finally being in the past, I can say that this is indeed a worthwhile venture and one worth reading about.
I am under no delusions whatsoever that this will develop into something beyond just my hunt for a fantastic woman to share my spare change with, but for now let's keep to that.
So, to be going on with:
Evil Genius seeks partner and cohort to take over the world and mould it to our despotic ways. Failing that, to have some really great curries and tell each other knob gags.
Looking for a cross between Lara Croft with a Tinto Brass body (his starlets not the porky maestro) and the wit of Dorothy Parker (well...).
Can you arm wrestle a Crocodile? Write a Pullitzer Prize winning Novel? How do you spell Pullitzer anyway?
Have you got an IQ over room temperature and know roughly what you want out of life?
Do you like Sex, Knowledge, How To Guides, Fast Milkfloats and Easy Money?
Does your arse stick out and have you got more curves than Llanberis Pass?
Can you handle yourself in a fight?
I am looking for Friendship, Adult Stuff (!), possibly even love.
I am athletic, muscular, in my 30's and not bad to look at (and that's not just my Mam saying that..).
I love sunsets, Belting punchbags, Snowymountains, mountains, Indonesian-Malaysian-Thai food, food in general. I love walking on the beach at night in rough weather.
I love mountain streams, forests and glades, waterfalls and wild country.
I love tropical beaches, warm ocean water, aplm trees, coconuts (nut not landing on my head).
I love dreams and visions, aspirations, creativity and drive.
I love intelligence applied, intuition divined.
I love shapely athletic or voluptuous women that stick out in all the right places.
I love writing Scripts, Stories and Screenplays.
I love making Movies. I love working towards living my life upon my own terms.
I can't eat dairy products particularly cheese as they make me puke. I don't like puking.
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