Quoted from Higgonaitor Bert, please, don't tell me any more, i don't think I could stand the horrible deaths suffered by all the poor people vacationing on the once lovely Bristine Beach.

I used to vacation on Bristine Beach. The lovely surf. The warm ocean. The white sands. The gratuitious nudity. Ah, it was heaven.

Biohazard #1 - A Resident Evil and Biohazard #2 - Necropolis (I wrote the two at the same time and basically finished at the same time).

Written while on a road trip in B.C. I wrote most of #1 on the ferry traveling to and from Vancouver Island, and #2 was written on the road and at night when I couldn't sleep (yay for insomnia).

Haaaah - wanna hear a cute story?

When I was a kid, like seven or eight, I would make up book order forms (all by hand). I made up book titles, page counts, and prices (anywhere from two to six cents). Then I would go up and down my grandparents’ neighborhood selling them.

After I got all the orders; I would go back to my grandparents’ house, gather up paper, pencils, a stapler, etc., and make up the books. I’d draw the cover picture and write each one, making it fit the title and the page count. All by hand. If more than one of the same book was sold, I would meticulously copy it making sure each word was in the same spot as the “original” so it wouldn’t mess up my page count. It was so tedious it sometimes took me the entire weekend. Needless to say, often my main characters died at the end just because I didn’t have another page to continue -- haha!

Then, when I was finished, I would deliver them and collect my pennies and nickels. I was happy if I made enough for the soda machine across the street.


I know I got off subject a little but my first script was sooo bad, I’m so ashamed, I’ve sworn to destroy it and make sure no one ever sees it.

Quoted from Breanne Mattson I know I got off subject a little but my first script was sooo bad, I’m so ashamed, I’ve sworn to destroy it and make sure no one ever sees it.

"The Lord of the Scripts" Breanne travels with a few short friends to throw her first script into mount Doom before the evil ones get their hands on it.  "One script to rule them all!"

Quoted from bert It was called "CLAWS" and it was about an attack on a pristine beach by giant killer crabs.

So it's like JAWS with crabs???

That's high concept, man.

My first attempt in screenwriting was in the midle of 70s and begin of 80s.

It was based on treatment written by my dear brother. - THE CAPOEIRA - (a type of marcial art from the slaves Africans)  It was an adventure story set on Bahia, Braziland was about a revange. After to see his father killed by a moderns pirates, the young scape from them when their boat splode in the midle of the sea. The boy growns up trying to know who killed his father and so on...

It was a great experience for me since then I decide to write more offten.

I didn't actually start writing until I was at university where I took a couple of semesters in screenwriting. As a child I never really wrote anything but I read a lot of novels and watched a lot of movies.

My first screenplay was a 30 pager written for the class. It was a crime caper about a bungling car thief who's ordered to steal a white van to be used in a robbery the next day. After many failed attempts he steals an ice-cream van from an ex-boxer who then tracks him down and beats the living sh*t out of him. It was poorly written and the story didn't make any sense but it was quite funny in places.

I wish SS had been around back then. I recently found the original script I submitted to my tutor. A poorly formatted 30 page script and all I got back from the tutor was a short paragraph saying he liked it but it needed a clear protagonist. Having said that, he did give me the encouragement to continue writing so I guess I owe him for that.

Snatched from my baby carriage by gypsies at the age of one, Nanny's attention
being elsewhere (There was talk of a young soldier) I figured that what followed
would, one day, make a good movie and so decided to keep a diary. At that age
I couldn't write but I still have that blank diary. Boy, if those pages could speak.
Anyhow, Old Dimitri used to tell the tale of my abduction on many a night round
the roaring, gypsy camp fire. I couldn't hear it enough- Everyone else used to fall
asleep inmediately. My gypsy mother used to sell Lucky Heather all over town.
LH was my gypsy sister, ma was arrested. It's all in my story.Where was I? Ah,
my first screenplay. I suppose that was it and some day I'm gonna polish it 'til it
gleams, run it through the spell-checker and pop it through a studio door. Who
knows, I might even meet my real parents at the premiere.