Yes, that’s right. I just made a little trip to the library for some screenwriting books, and now, I’m armed and dangerous.

First up on the reading list, Save the Cat! The Last Book on Screenwriting You’ll Ever Need by Blake Snyder. To be followed up with The Screenwriter’s Workbook by Syd Field. And I got like 4 other books too, but they’re in my car cause they’re too fat to get away with reading at work.

Here’s my prediction. I will speed through these books, mostly at work because I am a slacker to the extreme, then I will speed through the others in the next day or so. I’m a fast reader. And I need to hurry cause it’s what, day 7? already and for the most part, I’m still kind of lacking the whole idea thing. So, maybe I don’t have an idea, but I’m still confident that my absent idea will still beat the pants off of Riley’s script. And I’ve read hers. It’s a damn good story. But it’s too long.

See, I did an audit of it this weekend. I was looking to see if she hit all her markers, you know got the stuff she needed to on the pages she needed to. For the most part, she surprisingly did. But the script is around 150 pages.

On Friday, I read somewhere that the unwritten rule is to try to come in at around 114 pages. She’s got some trimming to do, but she doesn’t want to trim. I’ve already commissioned the painter for the gigantic painting of me with my victory trophy, which will hang over our mantle as a reminder of my supremacy in all things tripe.