It’s not denial
Posted on | April 4, 2008 | 2 Comments
Once again it’s Friday and I’m posting, late at night, after a bundle of beers. Regular readers may well think they have noticed a trend of sorts. To them I say, bollocks. I don’t have a problem, I just love the beer. Yummy, yummy beer.
Anyway, Script Frenzy kicked off on April 1st . I am eight pages in which, considering I’ve only written on two evenings, isn’t too bad. Odds are pretty fair that, on a reasonable reread, I will find that at least 87.5% of those eight pages are utter shite. Still, I am actually writing stuff. This is a good thing. While I’ve written a number of shorts lately, I have yet to tackle the mother of all screen-writing, the feature-length script.
So, eight pages. A minimum of eighty-two to go. Doable.
Probably.
I still have some gaping plot holes with no real ideas of how to Polyfilla them up. While I’m happy enough with my main character and his journey, there are cavernous expanses of uncharted, unknown, unanswered doubt throughout his jaunt. I have dots in an arc shape but I lack curvy lines to join many of them. What I wouldn’t give for a couple of curvy lines.
Melpomene, I need you now. You’re the only one for me, babe. That Thalia thing was just a fling. It meant nothing. Less than nothing. Come on. You’re still my girl Mel, aren’t you? Hello? Mel?
Aww crap.
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Gerry Hayes
I mostly sit around all day and drink tea. Occasionally, I write stuff and send it to strangers so they can humiliate me and deride my efforts. Other than the self-harm to dull the shame of failure, it's not a bad life. Like I say, there's tea.
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what you don’t need is a couple of curvy lines at the wrong time of the month!
sorry, couldn’t resist.
Always with the monthlies. You’re obsessed, Clarissa, obsessed.