Every script is like a child. It starts as an idea or a premise in your head. That idea starts to grow and develop. Over time, you start to flesh out characters and a plot from that idea. Soon you'll have an outline and, God-willing, a full screenplay sometime after.

When mothers give birth, I hear a lot of times that they don't want to see their child right after. They're so mentally and emotionally exhausted from the labor that the last thing they want to do is see what caused all of it.

Well if a script really is a child, I've been in two months of labor and I'd have to agree with the above point in that I really don't want to see what I've been working on anymore.

A few months ago, I met with a producer that asked me to write a film on Koreatown. At first I said "no." In fact, there's nothing I would want to write a film about LESS than that densely populated part of Los Angeles filled with debauchery and crime.

I wanted to write something else for him, but he just would not let that Koreatown idea go. And so, after a lot of thinking, I found a way to give him what he wanted while still being able to write what I would want to write.

The result? A neo-noir thriller similar to "Chinatown" but set in modern day Koreatown. You have the private investigator. You have the femme fatale with an ace up her sleeve. You have political corruption and a twisted family secret.

So I started writing this thing a little more than two months ago. In the middle of it, I took a three week break to direct and edit "Finding Bella." And now, three weeks after wrapping final edits on "Bella," I'm about to finish writing "K-Town."

It is with much pleasure/disdain that I push forth my latest child from my loins.

Pleasure because I was able to take a story that I wasn't too passionate about to begin with and turn it into something that I was able to "make my own," in the words of the great Randy Jackson.

Disdain in that, well, it was a story that I wasn't too passionate about to start with, and I'm just glad I'm done with it.

But of course, I hope this isn't the end for "K-town" and that it will lead to an option or script sale, in which case I won't be done with it at all. Rather, I'll probably be doing re-writes on it through the end of the year.

But for now, tons more to finish, this time on projects that I'm 100% passionate about.

Let's do this!!

Someone just asked me how I deal with writer's block. I answered that "I write badly and I fix it later."

Normally, that works. After all, a script is never written as it is re-written. Chances are a writer will go through multiple drafts of a script before they even show anyone.

But if you have writer's block for weeks, you're left with a 100 pages of pure...confusion.

I suppose I'll get it figured out... I better.

Right now I'm thinking that it wasn't such a good idea to buy NBA 2k11...

Albert Einstein defines insanity as this -- doing the same thing over and over again and expecting different results.

For reasons which I believe to be more than coincidence, I've been hearing this quote over and over again, most recently in a Shia Lebeouf voiceover during Wall Street 2 (good performances, mediocre movie).

But as Shia said it in the film -- "Then technically, we're all insane."

Truer words have never been spoking by the talented man-child that crushed his own hand while drunk driving an SUV.

Einstein's statement makes sense, but it doesn't stop us from doing things over and over again. Why? Because it's comfortable. Very comfortable.

I hate comfort zones. I hate them because they're all comfy-cozy-warm-fuzzy feeling. Comfort zones are built to make you want to stay somewhere and not leave; they make you want to do the same thing the same way all the time.

I've learned the hard way that comfort is bad and DIS-comfort is good. Discomfort stretches you; makes you grow. Comfort will make you gain ten pounds and not get out of bed in the morning.

But why do comfort zones have to feel so...comfortable??

(By the way, in order to break out of one of my comfort zones, I'm trying to properly use semi-colons rather than working around them. I hope I did okay... APPLICATION!)

It's been over a year since my last post.

There -- the ice has been broken.

Let the words start flowing!!

Next time, that is...

Re: my post from last week --

I'm very glad to say that my balls are still very much intact.

INT. LARGE, VACUOUS BLACK SPACE

Similar to where Mork would communicate with his home planet of Ork.

MYRON (29), Korean, stands there by himself, frustrated.

MYRON

Thanks a lot! You've successfully

managed to take away all the control

I had in my life! Boom -- GONE!

Then Myron hears it -- a LOUD, THUNDEROUS VOICE. It seems to come from nowhere, yet everywhere. It's the voice of GOD.

GOD

You never had control.

Myron thinks about it really hard...

MYRON

Oh yeah...

Myron thinks about it really hard...

GOD

Do what I tell you to and you'll be fine.

MYRON

Okay. My bad, God.

So my writing partner and I just finished our third official script that we'll be sending up to our managers before the night is over.

Our balls are hanging WAY out there on this one like never before.

Yikes...