Currently busy with a lot of shit: I'm working as a freelance writer, someone reached out to me about updating my novel (Absolute Anhedonia) and making a longer, better version, I'm recording for my comedy rap EP (out July 17), and an idea for a novella about a sex addict recently came to me and I've been working on that when I have time. I'm basically working all the time to fend off the constant feeling I have that life is meaningless and there's no point to any of this. My desktop (as well as my desk in real life) is just complete chaos right now. There is literally no real estate to put anything on because it's just filled with random garbage files called "IDEA," etc. Most of which will never come to fruition and remain being just vague ideas. But fuck it: I have to do a million things at once because if I work on only one thing or stay dormant for too long I'll get depressed and remember how awful life is.
Anyway, I thought I'd share something I started working on last summer. It's a screenplay that is meant to be performed like a play. It started off as being inspired by the British works of the 1950s and 1960s: the movement nicknamed "kitchen sink realism." My screenplay/play thing is called "THE KITCHEN SINK DRAMA" and it was heavily inspired by The Sunset Limited, as well as Louis CK's masterpiece Horace & Pete. However, as we all know after the events of last fall: the "#metoo" stuff really caused a lot of fans to really question their heroes. For me, it was very tough to find out Louis CK jerked off in front of women and lied about it for so long. So the play started off in the summer, but by the time fall rolled around the darkness of male/female relations in the world, as well as the change in weather in general caused it to become something completely different. Most of the things I do end up becoming something entirely different despite the fact that I outline and plan what I'm trying to articulate.
It's about being complicit/being around someone that has done awful things, sex addiction, etc. I wrote this with the intention of filming it myself (like I said: very much in the style of The Sunset Limited or British shit like The Loneliness of the Long Distance Runner), but the way my brain works caused me to kind of forget about it after I finished it. It's basically fuelled by dialogue, so if that's not your thing you won't enjoy it at all.
But anyway, I've decided to post it here because I still do feel there are some good things in it. I don't know, maybe read it if you're on the bus or something and you have nothing better to do. Or don't read it at all. While shit like "Sweetbitter" is being sold in droves, my career is going nowhere. I'm writing for literally just me and my fucking cat at this point. What the fuck are you gonna do?
Cheers,
Larry Singleton