Screenplay Samples
Sample scenes from Oscar's Oscar, Fugazi, and A Fold In The Heart
2022 BAFTA GAME AWARDS
About Me
I started writing screenplays as a way to justify my existence in between acting gigs and, ten years later, it has grown into a full-blown career (a notion that still makes me pinch myself).
Currently, I have a TV series optioned and in development, a feature film in the early stages of development, and employment with Adult Time, the largest adult pay site in the world- for which I write 5-6 scenes a week and collaborate in a lively writers room.
I live and breath stories, which is a good thing since ideas assail me constantly. I thrive in creative environments and have a unique background as an actor and producer, which gives me a distinct edge.
I am always open to new opportunities to grow my craft and work on meaningful projects. If you'd like to chat, then don't hesitate to hit me up.
Some Of My Work
Fugazi
FUGAZI is 60 min demo pilot co-produced with Rubicon Pictures and Media. Set in Montreal, it centers around a millennial who is dragged back into organized crime when his relationship with a prosecutor’s son is used to sabotage a case from within.
Octopus and Jameson: The View from Haeundae Beach
I walked out of my hotel and into the morning light, heading for Haeundae Beach. I passed the back-alley street vendors that populated the dingy recess behind the building, where they sold squid, eel, and bulgogi. The smell of sizzling chops on grills and stone-pot mixtures reached out to grab me.
I wasn’t hungry, but sure as hell—I was hungover.
South Korea’s 2014 Busan International Film Festival, arguably the biggest film festival in Asia (and at twenty-one years old, my first major film fe
I wasn’t hungry, but sure as hell—I was hungover.
South Korea’s 2014 Busan International Film Festival, arguably the biggest film festival in Asia (and at twenty-one years old, my first major film fe
The Ploughman Poet
We, too, can reach for greatness when it shows up at the door asking us if we are sick of plowing the fields and want to be poets ourselves.
Meisner in the Time of Corona
We gathered on the evening of Sunday March 15th, us three, under the arches of St. Georges Hall, keeping our distance from each other. I took out a cigarette and so did Craig. JT waited with us.
Confounded by what was happening, we exchanged the casual, shaky small-talk of the situation.
Still we gathered, convinced that such a modest group would be of no consequence. The risks were low, and we would handle ourselves with care.
As we walked to the elevator, JT offered a prediction of the comi
Confounded by what was happening, we exchanged the casual, shaky small-talk of the situation.
Still we gathered, convinced that such a modest group would be of no consequence. The risks were low, and we would handle ourselves with care.
As we walked to the elevator, JT offered a prediction of the comi
