So, I had a good day yesterday. Managed nine pages in total. Another two on the train this morning and wrote myself out of a cul-de-sac, invented a cool character and moved the story on to act two… Take that Ideas Toad!
Well at least for a month anyway. I served the Ideas Toad his eviction notice this morning but he didn’t seem particularly bothered.
You should be able to keep tabs on my progress here at MKF and at my profile page on Script-Frenzy.
Somehow I’ve got to fit in my full time job, the #orgy meat in London this weekend and BangFace at the end of the month and still deliver 100 pages of script. It’s going to be a busy one.
I didn’t get around to finishing The Nomads so I guess I’ll have to wait until May to see that one off, sorry to those few who’ve seen the incomplete first draft and were looking for more.
The Ideas Toad is squatting in my brainpan, like some ancient evil god in the primordial soup of creation. It’s a giant stale turd and it leers at me, stinking, resolutely refuses to capitulate and coalesce into a well formed thought.
All I’m getting is men in black longcoats and stovepipe hats and the texture of old paper and rotten lace.
This is no way to prepare for Wednesday.
I’ve had all day now and I can’t shift that damnable toad.
I know I want to do something gothic but as to what… Well I wish I knew.
No sci-fi though, just magic-light or mundane.
For some reason my mind keeps popping back to Peter and The Wolf but with a tense, sexy atmosphere to it.
But not that at all.
Everyone on the script frenzy message boards seems to be doing Demons or Buffy again, or CSI rewrites. Not for me.
I’m thinking more Neverwhere and Carnivale and Dark City.
But not that at all.
Heck, who am I kidding, no one’s going to read the damn thing, it’s just practice after all.
Perhaps an early night and a morning brainstorm will sort out the headmeats.
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