Thursday, August 05, 2004Real Work Journal
Y'know what? Fuck the other journal. No, I mean it... everything there is to write about the other film has already been written. Anything I write today about any of that would just be repetitive: Lee's getting on my nerves, I wish it was over, we got the shots. Blah-de-blah-de-blah. Seriously, who cares? If anything exciting happens, I'll come back to it; that seems unlikely at the moment.
Anyway, I've got more important stuff to be getting on with. I managed to painfully extract about five pages of 1st draft screenplay from my brain yesterday; at the moment I'm guessing the final screenplay will be about 20 pages, so that's a good start. Alas, those five pages were the easiest pages, and today I'm sitting here just going over notes, trying to build bridges between concepts that are connected only within the deeper recesses of my psyche. What I'm looking for right now are tinfoil hat webpages, crazy political conspiracy stuff. If anyone has any suggestions, please do leave 'em in the comment box. Any help is greatly appreciated.
Am I the only person who thinks the act of writing resembles nothing so much as repeatedly stabbing yourself in the head? |