Script Gods

Let’s start with a no-no: Backstory in screen direction: EXT. PARADE ROUTE- BRIGHT DAY Jillian watches as the pageant parade passes, seeming to remember the day she was crowned Miss Southeast Panhandle State 1956. There was a goldenrod sun that day too, and as she drove along waving from the festooned Wheaties Breakfast of Champions […]

Script Gods Must Die? Good Reader, let me tell you what you’ll find here, and who the hell I, your Humble Narrator, am. Script Gods Must Die will be a place of teaching. I will never bullshit you. If I try such heresy, I expect you to call me on it, toot-freakin’-sweet. What can be […]