Basically this is how screenwriting and music connect.
What more can you ask for? You literally get endless knowledge that’s actively connected to your current knowledge in real life. Wikipedia is literally humanity’s brain…on the internet. It’s like you can suddenly access the collective consciousness of all of humanity. And it’s constantly growing. You think Wikipedia is good now? Just wait a hundred years. That shit is gonna be insane.
Wikipedia is an amazing place to get ideas. It’s become integral to my creative process. When you want to get ideas for something, you type it in and it gives you facts. And facts are the basis for generating ideas of your own. That is so cool.
We take Wikipedia for granted, but it’s the best site on the internet.
The plot and the theme are at war. The plot is designed to force the theme to emerge. That’s why for me, knowing what the story is about is critical. It helps you edit. It helps you make decisions. It is the map.
The plot points themselves don’t really matter — it’s what those events mean to the characters that gives the story it’s weight.
My wife and I watched the World Series tonight and reminisced about an unusual phenomenon in baseball, that was quite common from little league — outfield collisions. So, I did what anyone would do. I visited The YouTubes, and found an endless stream of the best outfield collisions.
I must admit, I’ve had some dumb injuries. In third grade, I accidentally sliced open my hand on a frozen bagel. So, I’m quite familiar with dumb injuries. But…isn’t an outfield collision perhaps the dumbest way to get injured in existence? I mean, it’s at least in the same league as slipping on a banana peel. It’s even worse if you collide two other people. I say this, not from an inflated sense of self, but from a genuine appreciation for how specific and beautifully strange this particular situation is. I mean, can you imagine that conversation?
“Hey, bro…how did you get injured?”
“Well. I ran full speed into two other people who were also running full speed.”
“Wait, hold on. So, where were you?”
“…In a wide open field.”
What!? That’s like, a playground injury. I expect that from a group of sugar-crazed three year olds…not from grown-ass men on steroids who make gajillion million every second. I mean, was anybody in that wrecking trio even trying to communicate? It’s like everyone’s saying some variation of, “bro, I got it — no I got — guys, no, really, I got—BOOM.
How is this even possible? You’re sharing a stadium-sized field with nine other people. Are you certain you didn’t see that 180 pound dude — in the pin stripes — sprinting full speed towards that 200 pound dude — also, in the pin stripes — running full speed to the exact place where you were also running full speed?
Okay, I think I’ve ranked this injury as number seven on the dumb injury scale, right after the classic, “accidentally broke my face after stepping on that garden hoe” bit.