If you have the will, there is a way. My situation is the same as yours regarding actors. Just write your own scripts until you find someone to act for you. Or, find someone who skateboards and film some lines for him/her--its a great way to gain camera experience.
Good luck in your filming career!
?and I would be happy to read and comment on some of your stories. Just e-mail them to me, or post them here?
Any tree can drop an apple. I'll drop the freaking Moon!

It says I can't email you because I haven't posted enough, but I'll post it here

It has language and it's dark
I'm not depressed
Just one of my experiments, it's not much
Took me 15-20 minutes to write

-You needed a steel brain to survive a blow to the head. When you live off mumbling to people because some asshole crossed your skull with a baseball bat, you feel like shit every single minute. Having people ask you twice or thrice on what you just fucking said really gets on your nerves, but if you decide to get angry you just sound like a fool. No one takes you seriously, everyone thinks you?re a ?fucking retard? or a ?stupid-ass junkie.? Every night you look at your dresser drawer. You know what?s in there, but you don?t know what to do. You slide open the drawer and point it at your head, but you can?t do it. Don?t call yourself a coward, only cowards decorate their walls with gray matter. You decide you call yourself a fucked up guy. You start to cry and drop the gun. The warmest thing that comes from your eyes, your tears clean away all the grime and un-cleaned agony.

Wake up to a screaming alarm clock is just another annoyance, ?Good morning, Shit city, gonna be another one of those crappy days where you get stuck in shit weather!? You just slam your hand down on to that asshole?s face in the shape of a button. Snooze away all those morning troubles, you sick fuck. You can?t wake up and open your eyes to the reality of how much your life really fucking sucks, here?s a depressant pill. No one deserves that shit, you need the happiness where you don?t swallow a little capsule full of some stupid-ass powder.

Cold shower at 2 P.M. Just another reason why you should have a job to pay off those fucking papers that come in every month. You pay for the necessities in this world. All you do is drag your feet across the floor and light up a cigarette. Inhale that smoke, my friend. Here?s another one, says the box. Here?s another one, says the box. Here?s another one, says the box.

The phone rings and you?re standing next to it. You jump out of your fucking Scooby Doo underwear you bought at a fucking garage sale. You fucking poor mother fucker, wearing someone else?s underwear, ?Hello, are you alright today? Do you want to do something?? chimes in that friendly voice you just love to fucking hear, that voice you cry on all the fucking time, do you really like her? She?s mighty pretty, but you wonder why she even bothers with a prick like yourself, ?I?m up to anything!? You can hear her smile in the phone.

Your throat burns and parties with that coffee shaking in your hand. She?s sitting across from you. She keeps looking at you, but what for? Her hair is so sexy. Her eyes are so beautiful, but you only mumble to her. Remember that baseball bat? You?re a poor bastard when it comes to women. You don?t go to them, they come to you. But ?they? is a bad word, ?one? is a better word. All the women that have ever talked to you think you?re a freak as they drive away in their fancy-ass corvette with their dumb-ass husband with a couple dollars in his wallet. She continues to stare at you. What does she want?

Mumble man, just mumble it out. Just let those emotions come in spurts. Here?s another pill, here?s another coffee, here?s another fucking box, here?s another one, says the box. All these emotions at once can really quad-fuck your mind, can?t they?

Your light flickers out sadly in the middle of the night. That book you?ve wanted to read sucks. That DVD you borrowed from your friend sucks. The book was about a happy fellow. The movie was about a happy fellow. You just want to blow those people?s brains out.-

I liked the piece, I can see it as a narration

BUT ANYWAYS back on your question
Work with what you got, I have problems getting people to. I am Senior in High school, and enrolled in film school for september. Right now im just preparing my self for all that lays ahead. If you want to do what you wnat, prepare prepare prepare. You think you cant do anything rigth now with out actors, well thats not true. This time is for brainstorming. Create ideas,write them down, scripts,read books, practice editing,learn!. All those things will help .I have came so far from the last two years, you just ahve to have the drive. Do the things you can now, the rest will come later. Patience is a virtue

hope that helped
,hoxnation

" see things through my eyes "

Err...I'm gonna be completely honest. I wasn't expecting that from a boy scout ?no offense?. If you took that piece to a production company, they would most likely reject it. It's very dark, pretty angsty. Obviously, your writing is going to improve and move away from the stereotypical "angsty teen script" my writing is in. By angsty, I mean dramatic, dark, and too...contrived, I guess. Like you're trying too hard. I find it easier to write about things that I know, or that inspire me.
This isn't to say that I didn't like it--it showed potential that even I can see.

Any tree can drop an apple. I'll drop the freaking Moon!

I'm going through writer phases
To be honest, it's easy writing like about stuff like that
I keep getting the cruddy writer's block and lately that narration junk has been easy to write
Like I said, I'm not depressed
I really didn't bring that from my emotion, I was actually in an alright mood when I wrote that

I do a lot of thinking. Thinking out little scenes and stuff when I'm in the car
It helps

I think the piece was fine,..it was dark and I know what he meant by teenage typical stuff. But maybe thats what you do, maybe thats what youll end up writing.you wrote down what you thought, and thats a start. When I look back on some of my work from past, I want to vomit. writing is a process that can take forever and i think that piece was just a part fo it

" see things through my eyes "

It's true; I never like my reading a few months after I've written it. My main reccomendation is to cut down on the F-Bombs. The S***s are fine, even common.
Plus, I think it's the sign of a future director to always be planning out scenes and shots in their spare time. I've gotten my main inspiration from dreams, so I know better than to judge someone's muse.
Any tree can drop an apple. I'll drop the freaking Moon!

Put blinders on and push forward. Surround yourself with people who support you and avoid negative people.

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