Twitter has all the self-absorption and addictive monitoring of Facebook, but with fewer words. Smaller chunks of creamy indulgence, kind of like bite-sized Three Musketeer Bars. Love me. Love me! LOVE ME! my @ pleads, scanning the twitterverse for Followers. I’ll like you if you like me! I’ve made a platform! Come sit on it! Listen to my words! LISTEN TO MY WORDS!
|This is the book you’re
gonna have to go get.
In more productive news, I’ve decided to tackle my need for a writing deadline head-on by imposing one on myself. I’m going to follow the directives of a book: The 90-Day Novel: Unlock the Story Within. It’s written by Alan Watts, bestselling author of Diamond Dogs. It’s all the rage out here in Hollywood, with friends of mine involved in 90-day screenplays, 90-day stage plays, and, for all I know, 90-day haikus. In his book, Watts wants you to write fast, without any left-brain criticism or revision, just to get the story down on the page. He’s got the whole three months mapped out, and by the end of it, you’re supposed to have a first draft. What could possibly go wrong?
My first step is to commit to the program by telling everyone here that I’m doing it. No backing out; or else what will my tens of readers think of me? The second step is to invite YOU to share in the pain fun. I’m sure that there are some budding authors among you who have been wanting to get a novel out of their head and onto the page. Let me be your kick in the butt! Join me! I’ll check in with you and offer inspiration and/or threats. C’mon! I want to start April 1st, so you have plenty of time to get the book and be ready to go. This is your chance— you could have a first draft by summer!
I’ve already got one cohort, my friend Holly Myer, with whom I worked on Kung Fu Panda: Legends of Awesomeness. She was the casting assistant at Nickelodeon, and is now a casting coordinator at Dreamworks. I discovered that she also writes when I came across her blog, Unemployed on Purpose, which she is now wanting to turn into a book, complete with her own drawings. Holly is kicky and fun. She is also, I should mention, twenty-six, which means she will not get any of my “McMillan & Wife” references. That may be a problem. It also means she’s up on all that social media jumble that pains me so. I bet she LIKES to tweet. We’ll be live-tweeting the whole 90 days! (is that a thing?)
Here’s how I sealed the deal with Holly (on Facebook, of course):
James Sie: Hmm… April 1 has a nice ring to it, but maybe that’s just me wanting to procrastinate.
Holly: No, it sounds good! There’s an “I’m not foolin’ ya” joke in there somewhere
James: And while it’ll probably just be you and me, we’ll give it a shot. Forward!!
Holly: GO US!
James: Oh, this’ll be good. I can already see I’m going to be the crusty curmudgeonly one.
Not sure yet of the format of the reportage… I guess it depends on how pithy we are.
Holly: Gotcha. Well, I’m up for whatever format allows me to properly express unapologetic optimism
James: Oy. All right, grandpa needs his shut-eye.
Holly: Thanks! And FB is good! I’m also on Twitter & Instagram @hollymyer
if you want to follow me for on-the-hour Zac Efron updates
James Sie: (Long sigh)… yes.
update: Holly informs me that, yes, you can live-tweet anything. She once live-tweeted a mixed tape. Clever girl.