Weekly Written Review
Atarah told me this is the Period of Manifestation and I believe her. I talked about following up with two people and they followed up with me before I got a chance to reach out with them. First by the producer covering my faith-based script and I got a surprise email from a finance executive about my autobio script. It was a surprise because I thought she was providing feedback for the boxing comedy I sent her on the 24th but it was actually for my autobio script. Initially, I sent her my autobio script, soon after I got notes from Atarah and I asked the executive for some more time to send an updated version instead. Later we discussed her not reading it until I found some equity to back up my project. I made sense of that matter because I understand my script is a hard sell for an unknown person.
Unexpectedly, she sent the older version of my script to her partner without me knowing and the feedback was incredible. Here's a quote from their coverage, "Due to Motown's work ethic and his drive I would really love to see this script become a big movie." Following that email, I found out they are pushing the script to producers and investors. I was also informed, that if I can raise about 100,000.00 I can get my project rolling. That's the best news I've received about a script. I was not expecting this at all. It's exciting but I certainly can't celebrate just yet. I still got a long journey ahead of me. For now, I'm very thankful for the news.
Sunday, January 12, 2020
* Lazy day...
* Computer work...
* Showing Papa several youtube video clips of me for the first time. I think he's a fan.
Monday, January 13, 2020
* Alumni center review
* Errands...
* Reunion prepping...
Tuesday, January 14, 2020
* RAD notes talk...
* Autobio surprise update. I got really great feedback.
* Reunion prep
Wednesday, January 15, 2020
* Declined a commercial audition in for today. It's in LA.
* Reunion prep
* RAD edits
Thursday, January 16, 2020
* Leto vs. Tampa Bay Tech basketball game. An old coach told me he plays Pickle Ball and I looked it up. I then realized it was the sport I witnessed last week. During half time I walked on the court and make my first shot, a 3-pointer. Joey-O recorded it. I thought I was going to airball it. That was satisfying.
* Watching more video clips with Papa
Friday, January 17, 2020
* I made a phone call to set up a tennis match for tomorrow and the person said they want to introduce me to Pickle Ball. It must be meant for me to play that sport because it's been taunting me since I got to Tampa.
* Roti pick up
* Reunion prep... I planned to provide food from Jerk Hut but there's communicating. I quoted Tara's Roti Shop and my father suggested Kreyol Delight. My father actually gave me a great idea. That's a first. Plus, my father's consistent support for Kreyold Delight got me a discount on my catering order.
Saturday, January 18, 2020
* Introduction to Pickle Ball in Riverview
* Tennis...
* Sam's card pick up at Pam's
* Lunch with Rodney and Malcolm
* Today I found out I'm a 40-year-old baby, therefore, I canceled an upcoming trip. Oddly, it was probably for the best. Not the disrespect but that I didn't take the road trip. I called to address a matter in the morning but we kept missing each other on the way and while I was playing Pickle Ball. On the way to lunch, we connected but I wasn't pleased how that conversation opened up. I decided to share the matter later. Hours later, at home, I shared the matter and we concluded the conversation. She didn't hang up and I heard her express her true feelings about my matter which finalized my decision about the upcoming road trip. A trip that would've totaled over 18 roads traveling. More than likely it would've had an impact on the success of my event. I truly wanted to be there to support her great accomplishment but the signs were not favoring the expedition.
As the quest continues...
The future of Late Night
Motown Maurice
After much success and disappointment from hosting live talk shows in his hometown Tampa, FL, this seeker relocated to Los Angeles, CA on September 19, 2010 to begin an epic journey that does not consist of a plan B. Virtually unknown in the entertainment industry, this brave man is in pursuit of one goal & purpose; to become a nationally syndicated late night talk show host. This is the quest of Motown Maurice. Remember his name, for he is The Future of Late Night Television.
Tuesday, January 21, 2020
Week 486: Pins and Needles, 100%, 80% 65%...
Weekly Written Review
What I thought was 100% last week, isn't actually 100%. Now I have to wait. Pins and needles.
Sunday, January 5, 2020
* Blogging...
Monday, January 6, 2020
* Basketball...Carrollwood YMCA. I got there too early and didn't play ball. I later decided to wait until I get back to LA to play. Upon arrival, I dropped my water bottle and saw some older people playing a fake tennis type sport. The following week I got introduced to that actual sport.
* Watching Harriet with pops. He liked it.
* Errands for parents...
* Uncomfortable conversation, distressed situation with At...
Tuesday, January 7, 2020
* Surprise printer for MaTown
* Blogging...
Wednesday, January 8, 2020
* Today I found out I have a "small mental capacity"
* Errands
* Autobio edits
Thursday, January 9, 2020
* Editing...
* Printer setup...
* Kreyol Delight pick up
Friday, January 10, 2020
* TBBHT launch event
* Reunion work...
Saturday, January 11, 2020
* Haning with Pam, Olive Garden, watching Parasite, walking and talking...
As the quest continues...
The future of Late Night
Motown Maurice
What I thought was 100% last week, isn't actually 100%. Now I have to wait. Pins and needles.
Sunday, January 5, 2020
* Blogging...
Monday, January 6, 2020
* Basketball...Carrollwood YMCA. I got there too early and didn't play ball. I later decided to wait until I get back to LA to play. Upon arrival, I dropped my water bottle and saw some older people playing a fake tennis type sport. The following week I got introduced to that actual sport.
* Watching Harriet with pops. He liked it.
* Errands for parents...
* Uncomfortable conversation, distressed situation with At...
Tuesday, January 7, 2020
* Surprise printer for MaTown
* Blogging...
Wednesday, January 8, 2020
* Today I found out I have a "small mental capacity"
* Errands
* Autobio edits
Thursday, January 9, 2020
* Editing...
* Printer setup...
* Kreyol Delight pick up
Friday, January 10, 2020
* TBBHT launch event
* Reunion work...
Saturday, January 11, 2020
* Haning with Pam, Olive Garden, watching Parasite, walking and talking...
As the quest continues...
The future of Late Night
Motown Maurice
Wednesday, January 8, 2020
2019 Year In Review - Dedicated to SkekAt
In many ways, 2019 was a dream year. Every project booked was without an audition. They came directly from established relationships. I didn't book a whole lot but each gig was meaningful. Actual auditions amounted to nothing. After the holiday break, I returned to LA mid-January and booked 3 gigs nearly upon arrival, without auditioning. One of those gigs was an unexpected Febreze Superbowl booking. It was an internet-only commercial but still great.
In 2019, I began to mentally check out from acting self-submissions. I've been slowly but surely going down this path for a while which led to a conscious decision not to renew my subscription with LA Casting. I released myself from that task and left it for my agent. Not many auditions came from my agent either and I'm okay with that. 2018 ended with a spark of renewed interest with my autobiographical screenplay. Therefore, a membership with screenwriting networks like the International Screenwriters Association and Inktip was needed. This action laid the foundation to become a fulltime screenwriter. Once I put on my screenwriting hat I essentially never took it off.
Uploading my screenplay on a screenwriting website elevated my efforts to further perfect my screenplay. I spent most of the first quarter of 2019 rewriting my autobio and within that process, I discovered my script's true voice. My rewrite was strong but I still wasn't sure how what to do with it. Initially, I was anti contests. Early April, while talking to Tehana during a tennis session, she offered me an opportunity for screenwriting workshop scholarship with We Make Movies. Her offer inspired me to fully embrace the contest circuit. Without fear, I submitted my autobio and spent an average of $60.00 on each submission. Out of 8 contests, I only placed in one. I advanced as a semi-finalist in the Screencraft Comedy contest. Lack of placement in the other contests was disappointing but I certainly grew a special appreciation for ScreenCraft. I later submitted three more times to ScreenCraft related contests and retired from all other contest entries.
My biggest benefactor of 2019 entered my life with a right swipe on Tinder and a match symbolizing why this year is the most significant year of my quest. Not long after meeting Atarah Ji Willaims I accepted a gig in Colorado for a feature film role. During that trip, I found the inspiration to write more scripts. I asked Atarah and a guy named Michael Klug to join me as writing partners. Hank Braxton, director of the movie shot in Colorado, recommended Michael during a car ride on the way to shoot the next scene. By the end of the year, I had 3 additional scripts completed. Two scripts with Atarah and one with Michael. All three scripts are specials but I attribute my 2019 success to Atarah.
I will go on record to say that Atarah is my first creative partner. I've had several people help me over the years but she is the first true person I've collaborated with. From inception to completion, our accomplishments are magical. Between June and October, we completed two uniquely powerful screenplays with potentially more in the pipeline. Within a short period of time, Atarah became my creative partner, my girl, and my friend.
I don't use the word friend loosely but it's one of the most heartfelt ways I could describe her. We spent nearly every weekend together since we met and our time was appropriately balanced between creative responsibilities and fun. When we weren't reviewing our scripts we were playing Nintendo Switch, watching a movie or TV show. Getting away from my garage on the weekends is a blessing. I love my box but a break is always well appreciated.
Budget restrictions never stopped us from enjoying the things we loved such as tea and popcorn. Twice she let me borrow her car for an out of the area gig. She introduced me to her world and I met a lot of her great family and friends. She shared her Zorka (dog) and her home with me making me feel welcome all the time.
We share two children together (scripts) and those seeds are growing stronger and brighter every day. I don't know what the future holds but the idea of writing a script without her doesn't seem practical. Atarah makes my writing better and I have the universe and Tinder to thank for our connection. I've spent years swiping on that app, rarely ever making a connection. I swipe with an open mind and without expectations. Somehow while swiping, I ended up finding my creative companion. A higher power has to be the reason why we matched or is it a coincidence? She'll tell you herself, she was getting ready to close her account before we matched.
I don't know what the future holds but as of right now I can't imagine writing without her. God willing we'll soon begin producing together. My 2019 is dedicated to Atarah Ji Williams, aka SkekAt. Our two scripts are bound for success, which will be linked to many other unknown future successes. In due time, we'll sell the scripts and pray that our minds will continue to remain in sync for the benefit of creating beautiful art.
Atarah, thank you so much for swiping into my life and for advancing my creative endeavors. Most importantly, thank you for making my words sound so much better. You are a vital puzzle piece to my quest and we are forever linked.
As the quest continues...
The future of Late Night
Motown Maurice
In 2019, I began to mentally check out from acting self-submissions. I've been slowly but surely going down this path for a while which led to a conscious decision not to renew my subscription with LA Casting. I released myself from that task and left it for my agent. Not many auditions came from my agent either and I'm okay with that. 2018 ended with a spark of renewed interest with my autobiographical screenplay. Therefore, a membership with screenwriting networks like the International Screenwriters Association and Inktip was needed. This action laid the foundation to become a fulltime screenwriter. Once I put on my screenwriting hat I essentially never took it off.
Uploading my screenplay on a screenwriting website elevated my efforts to further perfect my screenplay. I spent most of the first quarter of 2019 rewriting my autobio and within that process, I discovered my script's true voice. My rewrite was strong but I still wasn't sure how what to do with it. Initially, I was anti contests. Early April, while talking to Tehana during a tennis session, she offered me an opportunity for screenwriting workshop scholarship with We Make Movies. Her offer inspired me to fully embrace the contest circuit. Without fear, I submitted my autobio and spent an average of $60.00 on each submission. Out of 8 contests, I only placed in one. I advanced as a semi-finalist in the Screencraft Comedy contest. Lack of placement in the other contests was disappointing but I certainly grew a special appreciation for ScreenCraft. I later submitted three more times to ScreenCraft related contests and retired from all other contest entries.
My biggest benefactor of 2019 entered my life with a right swipe on Tinder and a match symbolizing why this year is the most significant year of my quest. Not long after meeting Atarah Ji Willaims I accepted a gig in Colorado for a feature film role. During that trip, I found the inspiration to write more scripts. I asked Atarah and a guy named Michael Klug to join me as writing partners. Hank Braxton, director of the movie shot in Colorado, recommended Michael during a car ride on the way to shoot the next scene. By the end of the year, I had 3 additional scripts completed. Two scripts with Atarah and one with Michael. All three scripts are specials but I attribute my 2019 success to Atarah.
I will go on record to say that Atarah is my first creative partner. I've had several people help me over the years but she is the first true person I've collaborated with. From inception to completion, our accomplishments are magical. Between June and October, we completed two uniquely powerful screenplays with potentially more in the pipeline. Within a short period of time, Atarah became my creative partner, my girl, and my friend.
I don't use the word friend loosely but it's one of the most heartfelt ways I could describe her. We spent nearly every weekend together since we met and our time was appropriately balanced between creative responsibilities and fun. When we weren't reviewing our scripts we were playing Nintendo Switch, watching a movie or TV show. Getting away from my garage on the weekends is a blessing. I love my box but a break is always well appreciated.
Budget restrictions never stopped us from enjoying the things we loved such as tea and popcorn. Twice she let me borrow her car for an out of the area gig. She introduced me to her world and I met a lot of her great family and friends. She shared her Zorka (dog) and her home with me making me feel welcome all the time.
We share two children together (scripts) and those seeds are growing stronger and brighter every day. I don't know what the future holds but the idea of writing a script without her doesn't seem practical. Atarah makes my writing better and I have the universe and Tinder to thank for our connection. I've spent years swiping on that app, rarely ever making a connection. I swipe with an open mind and without expectations. Somehow while swiping, I ended up finding my creative companion. A higher power has to be the reason why we matched or is it a coincidence? She'll tell you herself, she was getting ready to close her account before we matched.
I don't know what the future holds but as of right now I can't imagine writing without her. God willing we'll soon begin producing together. My 2019 is dedicated to Atarah Ji Williams, aka SkekAt. Our two scripts are bound for success, which will be linked to many other unknown future successes. In due time, we'll sell the scripts and pray that our minds will continue to remain in sync for the benefit of creating beautiful art.
Atarah, thank you so much for swiping into my life and for advancing my creative endeavors. Most importantly, thank you for making my words sound so much better. You are a vital puzzle piece to my quest and we are forever linked.
As the quest continues...
The future of Late Night
Motown Maurice
Sunday, January 5, 2020
Week 485: Another Sad Love Song?
Weekly Written Review
Prior to The Meeting, I had no idea what the aftermath would be. The Meeting passed and understanding was still lacking, as a result, I wasn't in the most positive state. I need to understand everything I'm apart of or I can get destructive. A three worded text sent with good intentions got returned to sender. "Keep your lousy text," is how I responded. Additional, text highlights were "Not fun to love", "Best and worst...", "Another Sad Love Song." Then on Monday, The Talk part 1 was in session, trapped in the closet. A person whom I would previously describe as a coward executed her most courageous act. I truly wish audio was recorded. Boldly looking into my pupils she made a passionate confession and revealed some desires (toward me). Much of her admissions were inspired by my wise remarks yet I was impressed. As for being convinced, the presentation could use some work, as well as the order of the program. The Talk part 2 brought a really interesting element into the equation (RIP M3 aka Triple M). Somehow before her departure, over a fresh crisp tossed garden salad, an agreement was settled. If that agreement is to ever be revisited it won't be for another 6 months or so. Aside from the painful nostalgia, I admit our serendipitous reunion has been fun. Meanwhile, the best way to conclude this post is by saying, "Only Time Will Tell."
Updated (1-7-20): Halfway into The Talk I admitted my spirit was troubled. Our reconnection appears special but it's all happenstance. It's hard to find something unique about it. The unfortunate reality is a beautiful angel had to passway for any of this to happen. She claims I've been on her mind several times over the years but she never reached out. Happenstance isn't impressive. Nor is it sexy. Fear kept her from making an effort. Why did Marrisa have to die for this to happen? In her claim (wish has been proven), there's an odd element within the equation. The day before Marrisa passed away she sent an email out of the blue, to an address that I haven't used in ages. I've been using my current email address much longer than that old one. She shouldn't have even had that old address and I don't believe she would've followed up. Less than 24hrs after her random text, Marissa passed away, I reached out to about 4 individuals and behold. This is why I consider the Talk troubling.
Sunday, December 29, 2019
* Relaxing day...
* Tandem watching Witcher
* Gaming...
* Note: Keep your lousy text
Monday, December 30, 2019
* Pam's House...Just Dance
* The Talk Part 1...
Tuesday, December 31, 2019
* Papa's haircut
* Church, Without Walls...
* Another Sad Love Song...
Wednesday, January 1, 2019
* Basketball...one on one, 5-straight wins, (3) one on one and (2) 21 wins)
* Introducing Switch to a family
* The Talk part 2 M3 aka Triple M
Thursday, January 2, 2019
*Bye bye M3
* Phone talking...
* RAD stuff...sending emails...
Friday, January 3, 2019
* Screencraft Amination Submission
* Blogging...
* Redlobster food pick up...
* Aretha Franklin on Chromecast for my pops...
* Visitor arrives with gifts for parents...
* College photo album review...
* The same thing that happened on the night of Jan 1st, happened again.
Saturday, January 4, 2019
* Blogging...
* Gaming with At...
* Farewell to an old friend. It almost didn't happen...because of that name that didn't make sense to me.
* Walmart... got noticed by a past associate, Roosevelt
As the quest continues...
The future of Late Night
Motown Maurice
Prior to The Meeting, I had no idea what the aftermath would be. The Meeting passed and understanding was still lacking, as a result, I wasn't in the most positive state. I need to understand everything I'm apart of or I can get destructive. A three worded text sent with good intentions got returned to sender. "Keep your lousy text," is how I responded. Additional, text highlights were "Not fun to love", "Best and worst...", "Another Sad Love Song." Then on Monday, The Talk part 1 was in session, trapped in the closet. A person whom I would previously describe as a coward executed her most courageous act. I truly wish audio was recorded. Boldly looking into my pupils she made a passionate confession and revealed some desires (toward me). Much of her admissions were inspired by my wise remarks yet I was impressed. As for being convinced, the presentation could use some work, as well as the order of the program. The Talk part 2 brought a really interesting element into the equation (RIP M3 aka Triple M). Somehow before her departure, over a fresh crisp tossed garden salad, an agreement was settled. If that agreement is to ever be revisited it won't be for another 6 months or so. Aside from the painful nostalgia, I admit our serendipitous reunion has been fun. Meanwhile, the best way to conclude this post is by saying, "Only Time Will Tell."
Updated (1-7-20): Halfway into The Talk I admitted my spirit was troubled. Our reconnection appears special but it's all happenstance. It's hard to find something unique about it. The unfortunate reality is a beautiful angel had to passway for any of this to happen. She claims I've been on her mind several times over the years but she never reached out. Happenstance isn't impressive. Nor is it sexy. Fear kept her from making an effort. Why did Marrisa have to die for this to happen? In her claim (wish has been proven), there's an odd element within the equation. The day before Marrisa passed away she sent an email out of the blue, to an address that I haven't used in ages. I've been using my current email address much longer than that old one. She shouldn't have even had that old address and I don't believe she would've followed up. Less than 24hrs after her random text, Marissa passed away, I reached out to about 4 individuals and behold. This is why I consider the Talk troubling.
Sunday, December 29, 2019
* Relaxing day...
* Tandem watching Witcher
* Gaming...
* Note: Keep your lousy text
Monday, December 30, 2019
* Pam's House...Just Dance
* The Talk Part 1...
Tuesday, December 31, 2019
* Papa's haircut
* Church, Without Walls...
* Another Sad Love Song...
Wednesday, January 1, 2019
* Basketball...one on one, 5-straight wins, (3) one on one and (2) 21 wins)
* Introducing Switch to a family
* The Talk part 2 M3 aka Triple M
Thursday, January 2, 2019
*Bye bye M3
* Phone talking...
* RAD stuff...sending emails...
Friday, January 3, 2019
* Screencraft Amination Submission
* Blogging...
* Redlobster food pick up...
* Aretha Franklin on Chromecast for my pops...
* Visitor arrives with gifts for parents...
* College photo album review...
* The same thing that happened on the night of Jan 1st, happened again.
Saturday, January 4, 2019
* Blogging...
* Gaming with At...
* Farewell to an old friend. It almost didn't happen...because of that name that didn't make sense to me.
* Walmart... got noticed by a past associate, Roosevelt
As the quest continues...
The future of Late Night
Motown Maurice
Week 484: The Meeting
Weekly Written Review
I started this week out on the west coast and I ended it on the east coast. It began with a project to-do list and ended with a few personal endeavors. After Christmas, I reconnected with someone I haven't seen in almost 10-years. Upon reuniting, one of the first things we did was open an old Chancellors shoebox entitled, The Summer of Judgement 98'. That box is among many boxes I've stored away from pre-high school, high school and post-high school. This particular box is burgundy with gray ducktape wrapped around the perimeter. Much of the adhesive was still sticking. Within are letters from the most painful summer of my life. That summer I separated from my first girlfriend. I waited until my senior year to acquire her. We met the summer of 97' in a summer school keyboard class. She became the talk of the town on the first day of school. I was a relatively popular guy so it was a big deal when people found out that I had a girlfriend. My friends were accustomed to me being single. As a result, she received a lot of attention for being my first girl.
Our relationship wasn't typical. It was restricted. Her father was very strict. We never talked on the phone nor did we engage in anything frisky. I did my best by walking her to class, taking her to Homecoming and Prom. She was the absolute definition of an innocent conservative girl. I was the absolute definition of a respectful gentleman. We were virgins and I never questioned her desire to wait until marriage. Believe it or not, the idea of waiting for her until marriage was exciting to me. Saying that I liked this girl would be an absolute understatement.
We weren't doing all the things other teenagers were doing and I was okay with that. Honestly, I didn't want to do any of those things. I was happy investing in her knowing that things will one day get better. Then came the Summer of Judgement and her request for space. That request trigged an extremist gene in me which has been growing strong ever since. In response, I recommended the entire summer and set a date for her to call me (Judgement Day) if she wanted us to be together. Behold, this is how the Summer of Judgement came to fruition.
During our meeting this week, she read out loud my pencil and pen written letters and it was a bit painful to reexperience. It was painful to hear the words of my teenage self who loved a girl that didn't love him back the same way. Revisiting this experience makes me question if she even liked me at all. That summer was really hard. There were days I couldn't eat because I lost my appetite. I use to ask our mutual friends, "Did she talk about me?" The answer was always, "no." I wrote a song, dedicated it to her for her, recorded it on tape, then had my cousin drop it off at her job. In the letters, I wrote about someone telling me that she said I couldn't sing. I probably experienced my first bout with depression that summer.
Resurrecting those memories collided with a lot of external thoughts. I was okay with our relationship being restricted in high school but those letters made me realized she robbed me/us from a chance at a normal relationship. She never invited me to her homecoming, prom... as a matter of fact, she never invited me to anything. She never called on Judgement day, yet she tormented me with games from time to time. Somehow we ended up at the same college, igniting some form of hope but that was also a fluke.
I can go on forever about our past but nostalgia is way too painful. I will admit, these painfull experiences made me stronger. As a matter of fact, the summer of 98 is when I began discovering my creative superpowers. Much of my uncanny abilities are connected to the pain she put me through. Without her, I made important life decisions that are vividly connected to my current state of greatness. During that pathetic summer, I wrote and recorded my first album and I set for on a mission to relocate to Tallahassee to attend Florida A&M University. If she stayed in my life I probably wouldn't have my current backlog of achievements. I probably would've lived my life worshiping hers. Although I benefited a lot from her absence, a part of me still rather the Summer of Judgement never ever existed.
Sunday, December 22, 2019
* Dinner with Patrick...
Monday, December 23, 2019
* Finished editing RAD
Tuesday, December 24, 2019
* Sent off RAD to my contact for consideration
* Flight to Tampa. I thought I was going to miss my flight but the TSA screening went magically fast. I arrived and they pointed me to a reverse area. I had no idea where I was going? Turns out there's a check-in area in the back. Only two people were in front of me. It was pretty much smooth sailing after that.
Wednesday, December 25, 2019
* Christmas day. Relaxed day and laid back. My mom made a lot of food but it was the first time not eating a dinner table with family. It's cool with me.
Thursday, December 26, 2019
* The Meeting part 1. Opening The Summer of 98 Box.
Friday, December 27, 2019
* The Meeting part 2
* High school photo album reaction video
* A first roti experience for...
Saturday, December 28, 2019
* Dental office with MaTown
* Haitian mental health event
As the quest continues...
The future of Late Night
Motown Maurice
I started this week out on the west coast and I ended it on the east coast. It began with a project to-do list and ended with a few personal endeavors. After Christmas, I reconnected with someone I haven't seen in almost 10-years. Upon reuniting, one of the first things we did was open an old Chancellors shoebox entitled, The Summer of Judgement 98'. That box is among many boxes I've stored away from pre-high school, high school and post-high school. This particular box is burgundy with gray ducktape wrapped around the perimeter. Much of the adhesive was still sticking. Within are letters from the most painful summer of my life. That summer I separated from my first girlfriend. I waited until my senior year to acquire her. We met the summer of 97' in a summer school keyboard class. She became the talk of the town on the first day of school. I was a relatively popular guy so it was a big deal when people found out that I had a girlfriend. My friends were accustomed to me being single. As a result, she received a lot of attention for being my first girl.
Our relationship wasn't typical. It was restricted. Her father was very strict. We never talked on the phone nor did we engage in anything frisky. I did my best by walking her to class, taking her to Homecoming and Prom. She was the absolute definition of an innocent conservative girl. I was the absolute definition of a respectful gentleman. We were virgins and I never questioned her desire to wait until marriage. Believe it or not, the idea of waiting for her until marriage was exciting to me. Saying that I liked this girl would be an absolute understatement.
We weren't doing all the things other teenagers were doing and I was okay with that. Honestly, I didn't want to do any of those things. I was happy investing in her knowing that things will one day get better. Then came the Summer of Judgement and her request for space. That request trigged an extremist gene in me which has been growing strong ever since. In response, I recommended the entire summer and set a date for her to call me (Judgement Day) if she wanted us to be together. Behold, this is how the Summer of Judgement came to fruition.
During our meeting this week, she read out loud my pencil and pen written letters and it was a bit painful to reexperience. It was painful to hear the words of my teenage self who loved a girl that didn't love him back the same way. Revisiting this experience makes me question if she even liked me at all. That summer was really hard. There were days I couldn't eat because I lost my appetite. I use to ask our mutual friends, "Did she talk about me?" The answer was always, "no." I wrote a song, dedicated it to her for her, recorded it on tape, then had my cousin drop it off at her job. In the letters, I wrote about someone telling me that she said I couldn't sing. I probably experienced my first bout with depression that summer.
Resurrecting those memories collided with a lot of external thoughts. I was okay with our relationship being restricted in high school but those letters made me realized she robbed me/us from a chance at a normal relationship. She never invited me to her homecoming, prom... as a matter of fact, she never invited me to anything. She never called on Judgement day, yet she tormented me with games from time to time. Somehow we ended up at the same college, igniting some form of hope but that was also a fluke.
I can go on forever about our past but nostalgia is way too painful. I will admit, these painfull experiences made me stronger. As a matter of fact, the summer of 98 is when I began discovering my creative superpowers. Much of my uncanny abilities are connected to the pain she put me through. Without her, I made important life decisions that are vividly connected to my current state of greatness. During that pathetic summer, I wrote and recorded my first album and I set for on a mission to relocate to Tallahassee to attend Florida A&M University. If she stayed in my life I probably wouldn't have my current backlog of achievements. I probably would've lived my life worshiping hers. Although I benefited a lot from her absence, a part of me still rather the Summer of Judgement never ever existed.
Sunday, December 22, 2019
* Dinner with Patrick...
Monday, December 23, 2019
* Finished editing RAD
Tuesday, December 24, 2019
* Sent off RAD to my contact for consideration
* Flight to Tampa. I thought I was going to miss my flight but the TSA screening went magically fast. I arrived and they pointed me to a reverse area. I had no idea where I was going? Turns out there's a check-in area in the back. Only two people were in front of me. It was pretty much smooth sailing after that.
Wednesday, December 25, 2019
* Christmas day. Relaxed day and laid back. My mom made a lot of food but it was the first time not eating a dinner table with family. It's cool with me.
Thursday, December 26, 2019
* The Meeting part 1. Opening The Summer of 98 Box.
Friday, December 27, 2019
* The Meeting part 2
* High school photo album reaction video
* A first roti experience for...
Saturday, December 28, 2019
* Dental office with MaTown
* Haitian mental health event
As the quest continues...
The future of Late Night
Motown Maurice
Friday, January 3, 2020
Week 483: The Week Before Christmas
Weekly Written Review
My last full week in LA ended with strong auditions, a reconnection with an old friend (after one year), a holiday gathering, script editing, and script submissions. Positive vibrations!
Sunday, December 15, 2019
* Trader Joe's pick-ups
* Video Game Party
Monday, December 16, 2019
* Message to Dayo...
* Message back to Automatic
* Autobio editing...
Tuesday, December 17, 2019
* Basketball...
* Haircut...beard cut...before and after.
* Audition prep
Wednesday, December 18, 2019
* Nickelodeon audition
* The place...negative!
* Editing RAD...
Thursday, December 19, 2019
* Basketball...
* Xfinity audition...
Friday, December 20, 2019
* Basketball...played for the on a Friday in a long time. Not enough people RSVPed for tennis.
* Editing RAD...
Saturday, December 21, 2019
* Editing RAD...
* Reconnecting with Kevin...BBQ.
* Returning Joston's shirts
* Holiday family invite...Visting Candy Cane lane
As the quest continues...
The future of Late Night
Motown Maurice
My last full week in LA ended with strong auditions, a reconnection with an old friend (after one year), a holiday gathering, script editing, and script submissions. Positive vibrations!
Sunday, December 15, 2019
* Trader Joe's pick-ups
* Video Game Party
Monday, December 16, 2019
* Message to Dayo...
* Message back to Automatic
* Autobio editing...
Tuesday, December 17, 2019
* Basketball...
* Haircut...beard cut...before and after.
* Audition prep
Wednesday, December 18, 2019
* Nickelodeon audition
* The place...negative!
* Editing RAD...
Thursday, December 19, 2019
* Basketball...
* Xfinity audition...
Friday, December 20, 2019
* Basketball...played for the on a Friday in a long time. Not enough people RSVPed for tennis.
* Editing RAD...
Saturday, December 21, 2019
* Editing RAD...
* Reconnecting with Kevin...BBQ.
* Returning Joston's shirts
* Holiday family invite...Visting Candy Cane lane
As the quest continues...
The future of Late Night
Motown Maurice
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