Books to read, Internships, Film scripts and Camp NaNoWriMo?!

I know you will all keep me accountable somehow, one way or another, so here are some things I’d like to accomplish in the next couple of weeks in regards to self-productivity and growth (oh please):

  • Write a review for The Night Circus by Erin Morgenstern – I first read this book many years ago and I remember being beguiled and then nothing else. Now, I am a captive again so…
    Expect a review by July 16.
  • Read The Nightingale by Kristin Hannah – because.
  • Light-reading Dante’s Inferno in preparation for the IQ Olympics my brain holds every mid-semester break like a birthday surprise.
  • Write a full short-film script for Der Schmerz
  • Create a tag for my 2016 Screen Futures Summit and Youth Media Festival internship where I know you will all follow me there – I’ll be chirpy, promise.
  • Create an outline for my content curation/production project that’s been begging to be Evernoted.
  • Find out who my cabin buddies are at Camp NaNoWriMo and pity-cry for my plan-less demise before calming tea. Look:
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    • It even emboldened the 15 days like I’m not already nervous-sweating.
  • Figure out my abundant use of hyphenated words. I’m sounding like a newspeak editor.


Inspiration: actions and locations that inspire the creative machinations

Roman Polanski said,

“…we had no design or definite idea what we would be writing about.  It wasn’t, “Hey, I have an idea so let’s write a screenplay.”  It was, “Let’s write what we’d like to see on the screen – the kind of emotions, the kind of feelings, the kind of characters, atmosphere we’d like to see in a film.””

After much discussion with my yoghurt-eating self and eventually having the courage to also share my ideas to my tutor last week, I have finally come to the conclusion that “courage is not the absence of fear, but the judgment that something else is greater than fear” and in my instance, this “something” is my love for this certain set of books that has me in blissful creative raptures.

Before I go on a bit of a spiel on the huge adaptation talk (a nasty kind of conference meeting, really) I will instead be informing you all of the certain set of actions, locations and nasty real-life people who have inspired my creative machinations.


  • A man resting his forearms  on his knees, head bent between them – the raw, masculine image of it
  • The ethereal movement of a young woman
  • How some people carry themselves in an almost otherwordly dignified and graceful manner
  • Someone leaning on a balustrade overlooking a crowd of people and they uncannily spot a person they know amidst the throng and pandemonium
  • The way a person would clasp their hands anxiously whilst sitting down
  • The uncanny way a person notices another without directly looking at them


  • A big lake outlined by old houses
  • Grand houses – villas
  • Old Elizabethan-type roads – unpaved Cobblestone houses, buildings, roads
  • An antique bookshop
  • Old bookstores, libraries
  • A house in Manly – a red entrance door beside two grey buildings, musky scented carpet nailed on the stairs, muffling the sounds of your footsteps.

List of actions (as vague as one can be)

  • A young woman- gracefulness, dignified manner of walk
  • Man – built, posture
  • Man- the way he slicks his hair back all the time and the way the clothes he wears simply sits on him and he carries the grace of an actor with a mission
  • A young woman – ethereal presence, almost aloof but very wise

If I were to be frank, most of the actions listed above are motivated by my need to see them in real life. They are drawn from said favourite set of books, but these subtle movements are what makes the books stand out for me, propelling me to find conclusive evidence through the myriad variations of the human actions of everyday.

This list isn’t exhaustive but these certain actions have in much influence in the final project that I have in mind. I want to explore emotions, characters, sentiments, the human condition portrayed and valued in its vulnerability. Some questions that pop in my head in regards to turning these into a project are:

  • How am I to capture this? What’s the best way to do so?
    • I could write a short 3-page script inspired by said characters. Or I could also just focus on one character and two max. three locations.
  • What kind of shots would best portray a character’s emotion?
    • Research on dramatic movies would help in highlighting which shots can be used.

Scribble me an eternity.

A person entranced by a book simply forgets to breathe. The house can catch alight and a reader deep in a book will not look up until the wallpaper is in flames. 
– Mister Pip, by Lloyd Jones.


For non-wizarding folk, the sorcery of books are both beguiling and abominably out of their domain of faith. Why? Because it is more than difficult to pretend that when the novel you stay up for till 3, maybe 4am in the morning (when you know you shouldn’t be), simply ends and a part of you has been shut along with it. I, for one cannot take the idea of something ending. Limitations are suffocating. Claustrophobic to the point of “how free are you on the scale of 1 to America” whence July the 4th.

Do books end? Physically, yes. Via paperback or hardback. Figuratively, no. Ever heard of fanfiction? It’s not just a website for penning down the what if’s and the what could have been’s or what the children of the seventeen year old protagonists would look like ten years later. It’s a living vat of butter churning away in everyone’s brains all day, everyday. The characters, the story, the facial expressions, the very way they “speak” are basically alive in us. It’s living in us, inhabiting our very beings whether that’s involuntarily or voluntarily.

Going back to Lloyd Jones and appropriating that to the digital age, however, a physically-bound book can literally stop you from looking up when your house is alight. (Have you seen those Folio Society books?) If you’re using a smart little phone, the key word is little. It’s small enough for your peripheral vision to take in the burning curtains and scream (or maybe snapchat) its poor demise. Tragic, really.

‘A person entranced by a book simply forgets to breathe.’
And this. Does this mean that when the book kills you, everything ends then? Tragically, yes. Metaphorically, no. Death is simply the beginning. You know what? Perhaps I’ll even write a story about that.

To the River of Styx it is!