First off, some apologies:
Mr. Toast - I failed to produce yet another piece of art for Creative Tuesdays. My head is hung in shame.
Willow - for one reason or another, I have YET to post another story for the Magpie. My head is hung even lower in shame.
There. Now to help me pick my head up out of the dirt, I want to say thanks to the comments from Friday's post. It's a topic that's really been on my heart lately. My work in progress (or rather, my finished trilogy that glares at me from across the room) just isn't cutting it. I've edited it, I've renamed it, I've even rewritten it to no avail. I'm not trashing it. I'm not even giving up on it. I'm just putting it aside. I know what it needs but I don't have what I need to take it apart, give it a new voice, paint it a deeper shade of blue. The requires lots of tools, time, paint stripper, elbow grease, and voice lessons. What better way to remove myself from this project then to dive into another.
I posted last week about A Book in a Month, a splendid guide to writing a novel in 30 days. It is a fabulous book. But it, too, has to go by the by...for now.
I've had this dream for a year now about a story. I'm not quite sure of the ins and outs, but I know how it feels, how it looks, what it tastes like. I can smell it. Sometimes, I even see the characters. The vision causes me to burst into tears in movies that wouldn't normally cause me such emotion. Or, maybe they would, for a different reason.
I have literally dreamed this story three times. THREE. For me, that's sort of a magic number. If I dream about, hear about, experience, stumble upon, what have you anything three times I feel (honestly and deeply) that God is trying to get my attention in that area. He could just hurl the universe at me but instead he quietly slips little, serendipitous notions that all point back to one, central theme. This story is one of those.
As I said, I don't know the details, but I do know the emotions, the colors, the senses. And that's what I'm going to start with. I'll be outlining and constructing a skeleton, laying the architectural groundwork for the rest of this month. And then...and then...
I'm going to do something absolutely mad! Many of you know NaNoWriMo. Many of you participated and completed it. I signed up for it but focused, instead, on my trilogy. I did complete the edits I was hoping for so all was not lost. I got a message from the creators of NaNo this morning announcing a little thing called ScriptFrenzy.
Did you read that right? Script?
Yes. You did.
My new story, my dream, my obscure, insubstantial dream is begging to become a screenplay.
See, I told you I was mad.
But then again, we're all mad here", said the cat to Alice. Yes. And I'm in spectacular company.
Writing a screenplay has always been a secret desire of mine. Now the cat's out of the bag (Cheshire cat?) and I'm putting the announcement here for several reasons:
1) I need some solidification on this monumental venture. I've never even attempted to write a screenplay before. I have a Dummies book on it. I read M. Night Shyamalan's book about his journey to Lady in the Water. I watch the Oscar's every year and cheer for the screen writer's category. Other then that, I'm clueless.
2) I need encouragement. Have any of you even attempted this before? If not, I honestly don't blame you. It's another animal all together. I once mentioned it to my writing mentor and she told me it was crazy but if anyone could do it, I could. She said that often. She believed in me. I miss her terribly.
3) I will need a place to rant about this adventure. Congratulations, you're it.
4) I have commitment issues. They say admittance is the first step to healing. Well, there you have it. When it comes to making a decision, I waver like a ship tossed at sea. Not any more. The decision is made. From April 01 - 30 I'm working on a script.
Do I have any expectations? Just to finish. 100 pages in 30 days. Beyond that, we'll see. I just want to do this, to remove myself from my usual canvas and explore other worlds. I may hate it. I may love it. I may curse the day I ever saw a movie! I may pursue it further. Who knows.
All I know is that I've need a change in scenery for a long, long time. Finally, I've found a trip worth taking.
Here goes nothin'.
PS: If you have not seen Tim Burton's Alice in Wonderland, drop everything and run like mad to your nearest theatre to see it. It is visually astounding, richly thematic and beautiful. Beautiful, beautiful! It revived my waning creativity in a way I haven't experienced in several years. Movies do that for me in a way books can't. It is a creative feast! Enjoy :)