Come on! This is just torture.
I did get one good idea last night at the party, but I have now convinced myself that it would be a much better TV show than a 90-minute film. So that's shelved until my "Writing for Television" class in the spring.
I am almost convinced that I just need to start with characters and work towards a premise. By the time I get my characters figured out, it will too late to talk myself out of anything. Maybe I just need to relax, let go, and let something surface instead of searching so hard to make something-ANYTHING-fit the definition of screenplay that I have in my head.
Thursday, May 31, 2007
Wednesday, May 30, 2007
Today I Am Still Topic-less
Kind of.
I have an idea, but I don't know if it's really the one I want to think about and write about and devote a huge chunk of time to right now.
I am soo busy and I want soo badly to be able to come up with something. Granted, I am the type to get the "grand" idea right before the deadline. Which is approx. 36 hours away. Grr.
My little sister (I say that, she's almost 18) is having a game night tonight. Perhaps something there will give way to brilliance.
I have an idea, but I don't know if it's really the one I want to think about and write about and devote a huge chunk of time to right now.
I am soo busy and I want soo badly to be able to come up with something. Granted, I am the type to get the "grand" idea right before the deadline. Which is approx. 36 hours away. Grr.
My little sister (I say that, she's almost 18) is having a game night tonight. Perhaps something there will give way to brilliance.
Tuesday, May 29, 2007
Today I Begin to Freak Out
So I'm Alyx, and this is my blog. Welcome.
*deep breath*
This June is going to be event that defines me as a person. A marathon of a million little things that eventually accumulate to produce many, many different results that may or may not be survivable. If I can make it through without completely questioning my purpose for being, it should be okay.
I hope to emerge with a quasi-legible screenplay, my sanity, and another 3 credit hours. Whether or not that is actually possible is the big question.
I have a few obstacles in my way. The physical ones are not too bad. I have to work 20 hours a week (most people do, I'm not complaining), I have to sit in class for 3 hours a day and learn (there are worse things, my attention span is just not that long), and I have no idea what the workload of either will be on any given day.
It's the emotional ones I am worried about. Any idea that I may have gets tossed around until I throw it out for being too unoriginal or just plain stupid. It may just be my special form of procrastination. Who knows? But I have two days to get with it and get a good idea. Then there's the whole "actually writing it" conundrum. But for now I am taking baby steps and deep breaths and hopefully everything will be okay.
And you will be there every step of the way. For all the groaning and griping and hoping and hyperventilating. Only if you want to. If you can't, I don't blame you. But I encourage you to take pleasure in my pain. I know I do (in a completely non-masochistic way).
Please don't judge me.
Anyway, you should know that this entry has been typed little by little over the course of about two hours in which I have run up and down a flight of stairs more times than I can remember, alphabetized hundreds of sheets of paper, answered the phone, answered questions, and tripped over myself a few times. In other words, an ordinary day at work. I promise tomorrow will have more script-centered goodness (maybe...promises are like lollipops...they never expire but if you wait long enough they get too gooey to be enticing but eventually there will come a day when you actually eat it anyway).
Welcome to my mind. Please put everything back when you are done.
*deep breath*
This June is going to be event that defines me as a person. A marathon of a million little things that eventually accumulate to produce many, many different results that may or may not be survivable. If I can make it through without completely questioning my purpose for being, it should be okay.
I hope to emerge with a quasi-legible screenplay, my sanity, and another 3 credit hours. Whether or not that is actually possible is the big question.
I have a few obstacles in my way. The physical ones are not too bad. I have to work 20 hours a week (most people do, I'm not complaining), I have to sit in class for 3 hours a day and learn (there are worse things, my attention span is just not that long), and I have no idea what the workload of either will be on any given day.
It's the emotional ones I am worried about. Any idea that I may have gets tossed around until I throw it out for being too unoriginal or just plain stupid. It may just be my special form of procrastination. Who knows? But I have two days to get with it and get a good idea. Then there's the whole "actually writing it" conundrum. But for now I am taking baby steps and deep breaths and hopefully everything will be okay.
And you will be there every step of the way. For all the groaning and griping and hoping and hyperventilating. Only if you want to. If you can't, I don't blame you. But I encourage you to take pleasure in my pain. I know I do (in a completely non-masochistic way).
Please don't judge me.
Anyway, you should know that this entry has been typed little by little over the course of about two hours in which I have run up and down a flight of stairs more times than I can remember, alphabetized hundreds of sheets of paper, answered the phone, answered questions, and tripped over myself a few times. In other words, an ordinary day at work. I promise tomorrow will have more script-centered goodness (maybe...promises are like lollipops...they never expire but if you wait long enough they get too gooey to be enticing but eventually there will come a day when you actually eat it anyway).
Welcome to my mind. Please put everything back when you are done.
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