Sunday, November 24, 2013

Battle Journal Entry (1)



Prologue: The mind functions in control and uncontrolled emotions such as stress and hate. Artistically its important to control this mess because it is my job as a writer to keep it COOL while defusing the 5 second bomb of nuclear professional melt down. Needless to say I have accomplished the impossible and saved my life’s work from a computer who has taken on a roll of an AI that chose to be a complete pain and picked the worse day ever to start malfunctioning in great protest

It was a bleak cold Sunday, I was dry in the mouth, my morning was that of the smell of coffee and peanuts.

Having dealt with a similar issue in my command before the once ally of great influence and Wikipedia had once again gone rouge. My life’s work was barricaded by the enemy known as a technological glitch. A common bastard, known as personal terrorist of the often quaint and peaceful world of networking. Of course like all wars, such violence can be avoided if only both sides came to an agreement of normal function.

Ragging battlefield of keystrokes and mouse clicks, error codes and log in rejections. With a stick in hand I rode in on my chicken... screaming at the top of my lungs ”MAKE OUT NOT WAR”!skeleton on chicken

I General Hoyt have obtained victory through peace.

Like any after math the post apocalypse, lead me to find a reason to move on, to admit complete deletion of all but the foundations of what my soon to be writing career will be built upon (Which will begin with a mass of rejection letters) and like any hero lived in the destruction and found a new resurrection. Now I tell all writers who may have to fight this enemy on their own technological battlefields…two words that guarantee absolute flawless victory.





Thursday, November 21, 2013

I am Him, He is me

Currently working on a piece which was chosen by fate, in the midst of my 48 page endevour I find myself getting lost in my character's personna. A 75 year old man seeking solitude in his home in the woods, when in fact he's seeking solitude from who he use to be. This has him conflicting with the idea of being alone, the thought of without love equally physical as is emotional and his need to be socially abscent.  To say the least I have put myself into the mind and body of a 75 year old man who has an alluring nature about him. What surprised me was that this may infact be an actaul person. Someone who inspires, who is brilliant in both the mind as well as in his persona. 

Is it insanity that allows him to be so alluring, so inspiring to the point where he entices to the point where it almost feels like a guilty pleasure. The real question lingering is am I researching for the sake of the character or is it my own curiousity that has gotten the best of me. Either way it makes for a brilliant story. It's almost astonishing to admit that such a person may actually exist, having rediscovered him brought such a mature and realistic stretch to what now seems like a aperture view of things. Just as I grasp at something just out of my reach crutial to the way I see things and this man effortlessly hands it to me in plain English that's gift wrapped.

Having completely accepted things as they are, this open acceptance of his makes so much sense or perhaps I'm just on that level of things. Through his life of varied experiences he finds himself handing his words of wisdom out in the form of  "this is how it is"  with everything but mayo, which is then wrapped in a square of solid gold silk and thrown at you as bluntly as peanuts at a baseball game. Simply, Honest, REAL and some how day dreamed about in the form of bed me now brown eyes.  

Needless to say the writing is coming along fantastically and I can't wait to finish it, something about this piece just opera belts so beautifully that something has to come of it.


Thursday, October 24, 2013

That's What Friends are for

                              That's what are Freinds for                         
                               By: Von Hoyt Films                          
                                   Sarah Hoyt                              
          EXT. CAFE- DAY                                                   
          a girl is sitting by herself, having a drink, enjoying the       
          day. Her friend walks by and joins her with a frustrated         
          look on his face.                                                
                    ah uh.                                                 
                    and you?                                               
           would think, something                      
                    that simple would be less                              
                    complicated, but apparently it’s                       
           some it’s overly complex                      
                    and makes things overly difficult                      
                    for anyone to know?                       
                    how do you?                                            
                    oh um, sometimes lemon juice works                     
                    if you like the whole citrus thing.                    
                    citrus? And that deals with the..?                     
                    glove up with some hot soapy water,                    
                    small circles.                                         
                    I like where this is going, what if                    
                    it’s really?                                           
                    try not to think about it as you do                    
                    it. If you can help it, don’t look                     
                    at it, any of it.                                      
          They sit there, he is now relieved.                              
                    you have any quarters?                                 
          She hands him ten dollars. He stands up and takes the money      
                    thanks, see ya.                                        
                    yep, see ya.                                           
          He leaves, another friend takes his seat next to the girl he     
          lights a cigar and has a beer.                                   
                    why was he in such a hurry?                            
                    last night he took his girlfriend                      
                    out to that sea food place..                           
                    the one that just opened up?                           
                    how was it?                                            
                    she got sick and hurled all over                       
                    the inside of his car, he’s on his                     
                    way to the car wash to clean it.                       

Friday, October 18, 2013

Love Letter to THE Juleit

                           Love Letter to The Juliet                      
                               By: Von Hoyt Films                          
          INT. THEATER- DAY                                                
          sitting on a black stage GUY writes a love letter to the         
          love of his life 
                         (Guy:(30s)well pronounced,                        
                         well groomed and charismatic)                     
                    My Dearest Juliet, even though we                      
                    are a part more frequently these                       
                    days I find myself love sickly                         
                    praising not only your name, but                       
                    your overwhelming talent to inspire                    
                    every fiber of my being with your                      
                    illumination. How I managed to                         
                    perform this long without you is                       
                    beyond the stars which have nothing                    
                    when compared to your beauty. Even                     
                    the most poetic orchestrated ballad                    
                    could not hold a light to the music                    
                    you project with all emotion known                     
                    and unknown to man. Even in the                        
                    dark you silently hold a sensual                       
                    elegance. In shadow you hold all                       
                    the answers to life and all one                        
                    needs to do is listen. I love you                      
                    Juliet and I always will. I only                       
                    hope that your radiance outlasts                       
                    this fool who leaves you every                         
                    night. Your faithful and extremely                     
                    lucky bastard of a performer, GUY.                     
          As Guy signs the letter Don walks over to him, waving him        
                    Guy, come on we gotta go man.                          
          Guy stands up and walks over to Don                              
                    yeah, I’m coming.                                      
          Guy leaves the letter on the stage and walks off. The lights     
          in the theater are turned off.                                   
          EXT. THEATER- NIGHT                                              
          As the two exist the theater doors, Guy puts on his hat, as      
          Don lights a cigar. The two walk off revealing the name of       
          the theater, THE JULIET.