Tuesday’s Throwing Me Off

Normally, Tuesday would be fine, however, I’m looking at today and I keep thinking its Monday. So I’m set for Monday’s schedule, but then I get a wake up call in the form of my workday, and I’m like, nope, get it together. The funny thing is I want more time off.  At this point, if I did have more free time, I’d loaf about. So likely no writing would get done. Fortunately, the rain has subsided, and it was a bit of a mess earlier this weekend, and even yesterday afternoon. I was outside, so it was like taking an icy shower with your clothes on. Not my cup of tea.

Last night I had an idea, and put it in my Notes app. I’m glad I wrote the idea down. Really put the focus on the character, more than the situation and genre (weird sci-fi), and jotted down notes for other characters. It’s based on sibling rivalry, and I hope to see more work done on this today. Perhaps I can type something up in my free time. I have hope to see updates, and a worksheet completed on this latest idea.

Today I feel hungry, and should invest in breakfast. It means getting up earlier, and taking some time to enjoy my meal, so we need to see. I also want to make sure I wake up at a decent time, so I may need to go to bed far earlier, or at least be aware of when I I do go to bed, and wake. I don’t like to feel rushed in the morning, as it means I make a lot of missteps, and that’s not good for me.

I like that I am writing down more ideas on paper. While I love them on file, part of writing for me is looking at handwritten material, my corrections, and the different ink colors I may use. I start with black or blue, and place edits in red. Sometimes a paper may have black, blue, and red on them. That’s the limit to my writing color pallet of late. I think having a print journal has reinforced this in my, as the journal uses all three colors.

As always, happy creative endeavors.


The Weekend Cool Down

For the weekend, I wasn’t creative. I did far more relaxing that I anticipated, and was happy to do so. It was a moment to reflect on how to chill and allow all the ideas I put to paper marinate. I’ve sort of forgotten what I wrote over last week, which is a good thing. Let me explain.

At this point, I should be able to look at the questions from my story worksheet, and the previous responses I made to them, and be like, “Is that really what this character is dong in this situation?” I may have a different point of view, or feel stronger towards what I wrote. The thing about initial drafts is that they are a start, and they will be revised.

For example, I know one of the characters I wrote is sexist, cut off from his emotions, and a possible homophobe. The worst situation for him–in this story is to be around a character who happens to be gay, has an unbreakable stride, and in touch with his feelings.

Since emotions drive a story, most of the adventures comes from the main character’s actions and reactions. For me, that’s just the start of the MC’s malcontent, which is why I need time away from it. I do know, I want the characters to drive the story, so a little more thought, and other characters won’t hurt.

So that’s my long weekend. I hope y’all had a nice weekend as well.

As always, happy creative endeavors.

Don’t Say What’cha Gonna Do

Several years ago, when I used to ride the city bus, there was a day when I got on, an older man, and a younger white man got on the bus. The older man saw the young man and immediately went on about how “he hates white people,” and “he ought to get up and slap a white person.” The young man’s ignored this guy, who was being an idiot. This one way verbal hate fest on for a while, until another rider effectively told him to shut up, and he did shut up.  You could say he was stupid shamed.

I told my family about the incident, and the one thing that stuck from that conversation was, “If that man was going to do something, he would have done something, and not gab so much.” They had a point.

Fast forward to a few months from now, and someone came by and complained profusely about what they were going to say to someone else who had worked their nerves. They went into great detail, and the only reason I know was that I was within earshot of the conversation. I dismissed it, and went about my business. A few days ago, went into a restaurant saw the same person telling the same type of story about what they wanted to do. I got my food and kept it moving.

Now these situations were indeed, awful aspects of traits, but I thought about how this trait is reflected in myself.  I remind myself of what I sometimes do when I plan projects. I say I’ll do them, or go into details, but don’t always commit. This is what’s been behind my idea to talk less about what I plan to do, and more about what’s already been done. That’s not to say I can’t share goals or aspirations, but once I say, I want to write the alphabet rap, I should follow that by having a first draft of it, no? Even if I abandon the project, I have a file, or written page of this to reclaim, review, and revise.

So I try my darnedest not to say what I’m going to do, in regards of my personal goals, but go do them. I like when stuff is in my head, but I like it better when I get them on paper, and resolve them.

Keeping Up with Myself

Well, I got a little creative, while at the station, and did five more worksheets for ideas/stories. It made me think of how to solve some of the character’s problems. I even went back and revised some ideas. It’s all in that first drafty-stage of an outline/synopsis world, where they ideas are raw, needs time to cool down, and a revisit that will allow me a moment to reflect and revise. I’m happy with this productive side of my mind flaring up like this, and hope it continues today.

Some of the simple notes were to simply put down what genre I wanted to work in. Noticed I didn’t write any action stories. Don’t know if that should be a part of anything yet, but I love an action film.

I do need some coffee, and possibly something to nibble on as far as a snack.

Progress and Laughter

Of course, the moment I send off the pitch for someone to see and offer feedback, I would get other ideas for the main character. I’m going to write that down, and let it serve as an alternative, as it does change several fundamentals of the story. It made me laugh that this idea pinged into my head this morning. It’s part of the creative process, I guess. Still learning stuff.

For those not in the know, a pitch simply tells what happens in a story. It can be written for any type of story, in any medium. It serves as a synopsis, or an outline. Yesterday I really needed to not think of this specific pitch, as creatively it dominated most things I did. I needed a way to divorce myself from the project so I could have a certain amount of freedom from it.

So my solution was to develop other pitches. It was supposed to be a simple exercise. I made a worksheet with eight questions, would take a concept from my journal, and expand on it based on the questions. By time I was done, I completed five of the worksheets. All the answers were handwritten, which means I’ll go back and type them, and develop the ideas further.

What the exercise made me do is think of the character for the new concept, and how they resolve their situations. It obviously did help me divorce from the first pitch, as new ideas came my way today. This is a good thing. The TV script (which I topped working on), could use the “worksheet” treatment as well, so I hope to make the time to complete that today. My mind should be far away from that project to allow me to make alterations without feeling too attached to characters and scenes.

I have another project–a collaboration–that I’d like to get a jump on soon. I feel clear headed enough to want to do other things. Maybe that’s the solution to clearing my mind; do worksheets on other stories.

BTW, the questions for my worksheet came from the book, The Coffee Break Screenwriter by Pilar Alessandra.

As always, happy creative endeavors.



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