I'm looking at you, Taxi... =)

That fucking movie is what's been driving me lately to finish something.

I'm more inspired by great films to write something. Hot Fuzz made me want to write an awesome, high-octane action comedy.

Run Fatboy Run made me want to write a romantic comedy, but I did one draft and realized I'm not romantic in any way, shape or form.

Basically, what I do is see a film or TV show and say "I could do that" then I try and do my own version and pretend it's my own idea.

Everytime I try and create something of my own, it goes to shit.

So, for the most part, I re-make a story my brother did. Usually not as good.

Or, I pick a Twilight Zone episode to write about. They're always good for something quick.

Yeah, Twilight Zone's perfect, cuz you can literally write about anything. And I mean, fucking anything. Just have scene one as:

Rod Stirling: A monkey, a granny, a cup-a-soup and a kit kat. Could it happen? No, but it in in The Twilight Zone... follow this story.."

Quoted from playa Yeah, Twilight Zone's perfect, cuz you can literally write about anything. And I mean, fucking anything. Just have scene one as: Rod Stirling: A monkey, a granny, a cup-a-soup and a kit kat. Could it happen? No, but it in in The Twilight Zone... follow this story.."

A monkey, a granny, a cup-a-soup and a kit-kat. Now I'm inspired!!!  

Sandra

If you're thinking about turning that into a script, it doesn't work. I thought it'd make a decent rom-com.

I was wrong.

Anyway, this ain't about my scripts. This is about "Mr. Blonde"'s.

Got anything ready to submit? Cuz I'm pretty sure a script is good enough after 67 rewrites.

Well, that brings us back to where we started.

Never finished one. I have a shitload of scenes. But, I was reading on the "Submit Work" thing that it only accepts full scripts, so I'm waiting for confirmation.

If it accepts scenes, I'll put some out to read.

P.S. 68, technically, as I started it again last night. =)

Man, you are a fucking CLINICAL perfectionist!

I'm pretty sure that only full, beginning-to-end scripts are accepted here. But this is the best site I've found for newcomers to post scripts. Other sites (like Monster Zero, who I mentioned before) make you pitch the idea, with a full list of characters, and the storylines plotted for 6 episodes of the first season. Then, if they like the idea, they comission you to write a pilot, and if that goes well, they ask for one season. And if a season is comissioned on that site, they usually ask for 22 episodes!!

As you're new at this, I think this site is the best place for you. But, when you've built up quite a body of work, check out what other sites have to offer.

That's no trouble. I know how the entire series goes (for Crash) because it's only a one season thing.

22 would be a challenge. I've set it up for 16.

Eventually I'll get around to it, but I have to get to the writing. Lol.

P.S. I wonder. Could I just post a scene in this post? I have the format and stuff already set up anyway.

Yeah, this post should be fine.

In that case, I'll do a test run with one of my beginnings that I'm not as attached to. This is the beginning to Echo-7 (So far. I haven't finished this scene. Sorry).

EDIT: It doesn't keep the exact format but it came out looking better than I thought it would.

FADE IN:
INT. SECURITY CONTROL ROOM - NIGHT
A cold, gray security room, filled floor to ceiling with TV monitors.
TWO UNIFORMED MEN are sitting at the monitors.
One of the men, MICHAEL GIGUERE, late 30s, dirty blonde hair and well-built, is looking at the monitors all at once, or doing his best.
The other, JASON HOUSTON, 20s, dark hair, muscle-bound, is leaning back in his chair with his feet on the table reading.
Jason looks over at Michael frantically watching all the monitors.
JASON
They don’t pay you extra for trying harder, you know.
MICHAEL
Yeah? Well, they don’t pay you to sit on your ass and read but you are.
Jason laughs.
JASON
Touche.
Jason puts his feet down and stands up. He stretches his arms and looks back at Michael.
JASON (CONT'D)
You want something?
Michael lightly nods his head.
MICHAEL
No, I can’t. I’ll get some later.
JASON
Come on, man, you’re no fun anymore.
Michael looks over.
MICHAEL
I just got married. I’m trying to settle down and keep my job.
JASON
She must really have that ankle chain on you tight, boy.
Michael clenches his fist tightly.
MICHAEL
All right.
(Beat)
Get me a red.
Jason smiles and walks over to a wall-sized STAINLESS STEEL REFRIGERATOR.
He pulls out two plastic pouches containing a red liquid.
Jason tosses one over to Michael. He catches it in one hand. On the side Michael caught it on, it reads “MUSCLE RELAXANT”.
Michael stands up and connects it to a metal hook hanging from the wall. He plunges an IV into it and sticks the other end of the IV into his right arm.
JASON
Doesn’t that feel better?
MICHAEL
Not yet.
Michael looks over and smiles and his eyes already look drowsy. He slowly keeps moving his head back and forth.
Jason looks up at the monitors and sees a person walking in one of them.
JASON
Hey.
Michael looks back over at him with a goofy smile on his face.
MICHAEL
Hmm?
JASON
Take the IV out.
MICHAEL
Why, man?
Jason walks over quickly and yanks the IV out of his arm.
He runs back across the room and grabs a little white tube from the wall. On the tube is the word “SOBRIETY”.
Jason tosses it over to Michael. It lands on the table in front of him.
Michael shakes his head really fast.
MICHAEL (CONT'D)
What the hell is going on?
JASON
Take it. You took some of the red.
MICHAEL
Shit.
Michael grabs the tube and puts it up to his nose and sniffs it.
He tosses the tube back onto the table.
MICHAEL (CONT'D)
All right. What’s wrong?
JASON
Check border marker 188.
Michael stands up and looks at one of the screens towards the top of the person walking around.
MICHAEL
All this for some straggler out after curfew?
(Beat)
Big deal.
JASON
Michael, it’s not human.
Jason points to a spot on the ground.
JASON (CONT'D)
Give me a 3-D composite right here.
Michael types on the computer then turns in his chair to look where Jason was pointing.
The person walking appears in the room with them, walking in place.
They both move close and inspect the image.
Jason kneels down and looks at the person’s hand.
JASON (CONT'D)
He has six fingers.
MICHAEL
It could be polydactyl.
JASON
I don’t know, man. It looks like it’s supposed to be there.
Michael stands up and looks at the person’s face. Michael backs away quickly and covers his mouth.
JASON (CONT'D)
What’s wrong?
Michael takes his hand away.
MICHAEL
Call Riegert, now.
JASON
Why?
MICHAEL
Tell him we have a Code Echo-7.
JASON
I thought the Echo code only went to 6.
Michael looks over and makes eye contact. He looks away again.
Jason walks over and looks at the person’s face.
The person’s face has two sets of eyes. One under the other.
MICHAEL
Get on the God damn phone right now and tell him!
Jason runs over to the far wall and types “10118” onto a keypad on the wall.
On the wall, a TV-like hologram begins to assemble itself.
JASON
Come on. Hurry up.
INT. HOUSE - BEDROOM - THAT MOMENT
A man, JOSEPH RIEGERT, 40s, black hair, a bit overweight is asleep in his bed.
He hears a faint beeping sound keep going off.
Joseph rolls over and presses a button on top of his alarm clock. The beeping continues.
Joseph opens one eye and keeps pressing the button on his alarm clock, forcefully.
JOSEPH
What?
He opens both eyes and sits up in bed, yawning.
Joseph stands up and walks over to the wall and presses his hand against it. A laser within the wall scans his hand up and down.
He pulls his hand away and the TV-like hologram assembles itself quickly.
Joseph watches Jason as he’s panicking on the screen.
JOSEPH (CONT'D)
What is it that could be so important that you drag my ass out of bed at--
Joseph looks up at the ceiling above his bed. A red-numbered hologram reads “3:19AM”.
JOSEPH (CONT'D)
--3:30 in the morning?
JASON
I’m sorry for disturbing you, sir but we have a Code Echo-7 at border marker 188.
Joseph turns away from the screen.
JASON (CONT'D)
Awaiting orders, sir.
Joseph turns around and rubs his forehead.
JASON (CONT'D)
Initiate a lockdown on sectors 23, 24 and 25. Apprehend and escort the Echo-7 to my home and keep this quiet. We don’t need a full-scale panic on our hands. Not now!