knots.

"Knots..."

...is the story if identical twins Mitch and Jimmie. Jimmie is getting married, but gets blasted at his bachelor party the night before. Mitch faithfully takes his brother's place as the groom, but also ends up with Monica on the honeymoon--trapped on a cruise ship, he meets Courteney, and now Jimmie has to juggle both the love of his life and his brother's betrothed before either figure out what's going on.

This was the original pitch for the first screenplay I'm trying to complete. A while ago, I was assigned to a blog of my making, for the sole purpose of keeping an updated report of my progress. This plan, obviously, was flawed, but only on this end of the string telephone, where my cup was gettin' messages but was still just too damned empty ("I say, boy, I say! I ain't a schnook!")

I'm moving pre-production work to something else, to give my teacher a chuckle but more importantly to condense my journal contributions onto one website. Also, I'm trying to ditch a Follower who doesn't need to know that this blog exists, because she's a character on it (Mad Dame, if you're curious. Let's be buddies and not tell her the password into the clubhouse, yeah?)

In addition to KNOTS I hope to be reporting on, with significantly more enthusiasm, REVOLT OF THE LIVING DEAD!, and if they don't let me write that, then I'll be working on it anyway. So there.

ps. Middle Cyclone? The last track is thirty minutes of frogs croaking and crickets chirping, for those of you meditating and/or dreaming to this album.

It's just like every blissful night I ever had before I came to live within this wretched metroshadow of the world. Thank you, Neko Case, for understanding.